He's your pomme de sang like I'm Jean-Claude's. You have not lived until you've sat through The Wolf Man (1941), The Curse of the Werewolf (1961), and The Werewolf (1956) with a bunch of shapeshifters. It is his home, I said. I could feel it, like some army of the dead just waiting for me to wake it.
I was glad, for once, to be the calm one on the other side of the seat, while I watched Graham writhing in just the echo of what we'd done. That means that Gabriel brought you over when you were seventeen. Not yet, not yet. You let me buy the tea set, even though I know you think it's sort of silly.
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