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21 June 2014 @ 12:04 pm
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  • Sat, 01:28: The next day was Friday. After the morning routine: military drill, sitting in on the King's public audience, and a visit to #AtSecondGlance
  • Sat, 01:29: a charity for the chronically homophobic, Rupert kissed his fianc� on the lips and said, "Good luck.I'll save you a plate #AtSecondGlance
  • Sat, 01:30: of oysters for dinner. You'll need them." "What are you talking about?" Anthony said. "What do you think?" Rupert said. #AtSecondGlance
  • Sat, 01:31: "Civics class." Anthony shook his head. "I thought we were getting married. Or didn't 'yes' mean yes last night? It sure #AtSecondGlance
  • Sat, 01:31: felt like yes when you gave me the best blow job of--" "You don't have to shout," Rupert said, peering over his shoulders #AtSecondGlance
  • Sat, 01:32: like a commoner, as if he cared whether someone overheard. "Would you like me to come with you?" "Come with me where?" #AtSecondGlance
  • Sat, 01:33: "To civics class. It's your turn now." Anthony stepped back several paces. "Are you out of your mind?" "I'm perfectly sane," #AtSecondGlance
  • Sat, 01:34: Rupert said, "but you seem a little agitated. Which is why I thought I'd come with you the first couple of times." #AtSecondGlance