Maybe. One of them looks like the last few chapters are completely saturated in dark, muddy water, but the others look like they just need to be aired out.
But he doesn't care. Maybe he'll be frustrated with the books later, but not with her. Somehow, he can't fathom being cross with her, especially over something so trivial as a set of textbooks when their lives are far more complicated. They have evil forces to contend with. What right does he have to be angry over books when he ought to be lucky they both still have their lives to live after all the near death experiences they've had.
"They just need to air out."
He stands, finally, shaking the books out one by one to the side, careful not to splash any mud on her.
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Maybe. One of them looks like the last few chapters are completely saturated in dark, muddy water, but the others look like they just need to be aired out.
But he doesn't care. Maybe he'll be frustrated with the books later, but not with her. Somehow, he can't fathom being cross with her, especially over something so trivial as a set of textbooks when their lives are far more complicated. They have evil forces to contend with. What right does he have to be angry over books when he ought to be lucky they both still have their lives to live after all the near death experiences they've had.
"They just need to air out."
He stands, finally, shaking the books out one by one to the side, careful not to splash any mud on her.