He could handle this; if he couldn’t last a day and a half with his nephew, how could he ever last if he had children of his own?
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“I was always proper punk rock,” she warned him, narrowing her eyes lined in black.
“Yeah, Hazelnut,” Ares deadpanned back, “and I’m a proper classic violinist.”
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