Due to attitudes and circumstances at the time, there was much lacking for his part in these images. But she still held some of which he never thought he would see again. They contained two heads, a gapped smile and a squawking toad. He reminded himself that he at least had his memory to fill in those blanks, but those could not be shared with her in the same manner. What he could give was tales, tales she greedily took.
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