"(He) tried to dodge her, but she grabbed him too, pulling him into a tight embrace. She smelled like orange and clove. "
(_second year_ getting ready for bed in the P-house)
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‘Beneath the bebop moon/I wanna croon/With you-ooo…’
They shared grins with each other at the catchiest riffs, and lay down to stare at the ceiling for the slower, dreamier tracks.
“Merry Christmas lads – come on, breakfast!”
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