measure of a man
Celira
Summary:
“Nine.” Her voice is flat with disbelief. “Rose.” He drags a hand over his face. “Nine. Like—inches? No metric nonsense? God, I kind of wish it was metric nonsense. That can’t be right.” [or: that fuckin text, the aftermath]
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