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Mad Eye Touz "I don't get it. I don't." Plymouth had NO IDEA she'd been unhappy. Or kissing Copernicus. Or .... why. Why? Why was such a good question.
"You're still unhappy because of me," Plymouth guessed. Plymouth Morgan did nothing right. He'd always aimed to make Cela happy. Always. Always, always, always, before anyone else, always.
And he was still failing.
He shrugged a shoulder at her and found his hands verrrrry interesting to look at.
"Tell me what you don't get and I'll try so very hard to explain." Celandine
would try and it
was hard.
But she'd try.