[Barnaby pondered over those words and held onto them tightly in his mind, grateful to have even a small warning of what was to come. He nodded, acknowledging her words, and lightly squeezed her hand.]
That sounds less like a draft and more like a horror movie.
[It was an easy reference for him. He didn't care much for celebrating his birthday as it was, but an outrageously pink rabbit sounds like a preferable option.]
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That sounds less like a draft and more like a horror movie.
[It was an easy reference for him. He didn't care much for celebrating his birthday as it was, but an outrageously pink rabbit sounds like a preferable option.]