1 – 1 of 1 Work in Celira
- Celira ×
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“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]
- Part 1 of the friends we made along the way
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 1,252
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Files:
- 2 versions
- AO3:
- #76442296