"Well now I'd like to hear you sing," Gela says cajolingly. "Maybe we should do something like that for Satinlia, this year, or any party. Singing, I mean, like choir."
Because it's nice. She's retrieving a cushion full of little pins and using an outstretched thumb and forefinger to measure the length of the ribbon. One eye squints shut, considering. "I'll come. Do I need anybody's name to get in? Or do I simply show up beautiful?"
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Date: 2025-06-03 04:10 am (UTC)Because it's nice. She's retrieving a cushion full of little pins and using an outstretched thumb and forefinger to measure the length of the ribbon. One eye squints shut, considering. "I'll come. Do I need anybody's name to get in? Or do I simply show up beautiful?"