How do you feel?โ she asked, trying to fluff his pillow. โOther than terrible, I mean.โ He moved his head slightly to the side. It seemed to be a sickly interpretation of a shrug. โOf course youโre feeling terrible,โ she clarified, โbut is there any change? More terrible? Less terrible?โ He made no response. โThe same amount of terrible?
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Julia QuinnDarling," he said distractedly,"about the moon..." "Yes?" "I don't think it matters whether you want it or not." "What are you talking about?" "The moon. I think it's yours." Victoria yawned, not bothering to open her eyes. "Fine. i'm glad to have it." "But--" Robert shook his head. He was growing fanciful. the moon didn't belong to his wife. It didn't follow her, protect her. It certainly didn't wink at anybody. But he stared out the window the rest of the way home, just in case
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