[Aeons... this handsome sunglasses'd ruffian, truly a knight in shining armor with the swag to match...
Did Sunday actually think that? It's his secret to keep. He casts one last, almost wistful gaze at the plate of desserts but determines to leave them behind, slipping toward the door.]
Thank you, Mr. Lighter. I sincerely appreciate it.
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Did Sunday actually think that? It's his secret to keep. He casts one last, almost wistful gaze at the plate of desserts but determines to leave them behind, slipping toward the door.]
Thank you, Mr. Lighter. I sincerely appreciate it.
[Then he's gone.]