[He glances up at her face, then immediately away again as he sees the hopeful glee spreading across it. The shake of his head is quick and contained, as though it might cushion the blow if he keeps the movement small. As though he feel smaller for being the one to tell her the truth.]
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Date: 2015-06-15 11:01 pm (UTC)There is no Green Place anymore. It went sour.