( It stings, in a way. In unintentional reminder of the bracelet he made Max, the charms that he'd shown Anne so long ago, and he draws the envelop carrying the bracelet out of his pocket, crumpled and worn through, looking at the bracelet inside before he drops it onto the bag. It was nice, that Anne liked what he made. It sucked that Max had been so sad. That art could make her that sad. )
Only w-with the uniform. ( A little serious. ) W-when I p-picked the name, I um. N-never thought about how Atlas is d-doomed. Atlas and Adonis. G-good work, huh?
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( It stings, in a way. In unintentional reminder of the bracelet he made Max, the charms that he'd shown Anne so long ago, and he draws the envelop carrying the bracelet out of his pocket, crumpled and worn through, looking at the bracelet inside before he drops it onto the bag. It was nice, that Anne liked what he made. It sucked that Max had been so sad. That art could make her that sad. )
Only w-with the uniform. ( A little serious. ) W-when I p-picked the name, I um. N-never thought about how Atlas is d-doomed. Atlas and Adonis. G-good work, huh?