Oh, right, letting go, that's-- right. Feuilly gives himself a little shake and tries to get back to where they started. Feet, elbows. Grip. Chin up: Thou needst not look to thy feet, they are still there.
Breathing.
(He hopes Hotspur's tutors were paid enough, and then some.)
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Date: 2015-07-01 07:36 pm (UTC)Breathing.
(He hopes Hotspur's tutors were paid enough, and then some.)