[the moment he does, klaus's propping onto an elbow again, leaning to see the book, eyebrows arched with curiosity.] Poems? Oh no, that's cute, [he gestures toward the little pumpkins, sighs and touches his cheek with his opposite hand.]
Anything good in there? Can't say I've read that one.
[nerdy or not, he can appreciate some good prose.]
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Anything good in there? Can't say I've read that one.
[nerdy or not, he can appreciate some good prose.]