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hold that thought. val raised a black paw, putting a pause on the topic. if dwin was a mountain goat he was the scraggly leopard trying to keep up. he liked the enthusiasm in which she tackled every thought — but he needed her to slow down some so his own old-adult brain could process it. you think very fast. he remarked, more in the hopes of reining in further questions. i have two moms, actually. well, technically i have three. so, that would be a ‘mores’ as you call it.

val paused to give dwin space to say whatever came to mind next. he’d only known her for a few minutes, yet he was confident this piece of information would be a wellspring of new ideas, a launching point to a whole new landscape of interrogative thinking.

as for being a good story-teller… val would tuck this compliment somewhere far inside, and pull it out like a worn photograph to fondly examine on days of endless rain.