Hawkes, unfolding his arms, held out a hand. I gave him the mug and watched as he took a taste. He ran his tongue along his bottom lip and gave a slight nod, handing the cider back.
HAWKES! NO! don't go all hot priest on me, I can't take it (I can, who am I kidding, I want the fox. And the Duke. And the Pierce. I digress)
— Apr 15, 2026 08:10AM
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