 For Heather C.R.E.A.M | Haitian Sensation | Shark Patronus | Your Huckleberry | T's ClayBaby
Maybe it was the general ambiance or perhaps habit from all the formal dancing but Jasper Mitterbill, with his arm held out for holding, was careful to walk at his wife's pace. He had, of course visited the Museum on occasions before. It was hard not to when your best friend was such a lover of art and artifact.
"You look beautiful, my dove." He said to Heather for what was perhaps the gazbillionth time that night. She knows, Jasper. She knows. Sheesh.
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