Requiem stood and offered me a hand, but Nathaniel was on the other side, with his hand out. 23Nathaniel's attempt to make me laugh accomplished one thing; it made me feel better, though I have to admit the smell of freshly ground coffee helped lure me through the door. But you could have told me sooner, so I wouldn't have made a fool of myself. He wasn't as long as Richard, but he was far enough down, that it wasn't a matter of swallowing.
He was quiet for so long that I had to say something. I'm not a child. I know that now, and I'm sorry. I don't mean it the way you make it sound.
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