[ Oh. His lips press together, smile soft as he tilts into it. Fond, endlessly fond: ] Yeah, Dwight. I know.
How about this? [ He leans forward for a better look at the curse mark near Dwight's eye, shows his own off with a loose gesture. ] You figure out what yours does, yet?
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How about this? [ He leans forward for a better look at the curse mark near Dwight's eye, shows his own off with a loose gesture. ] You figure out what yours does, yet?