L'empereur de Paris de Jean-François Richet
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Me, hoarding my DVDs, Blu-rays, CDs, gaming discs and cartridges, and books like a dragon on a pile of gold or a magpie with a nest full of shiny objects: hah, can't delete these from your fucking streaming service or digital store you fucking bastards!
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The face Alex makes... the one he makes when he's telling his mom he's sorry... when he's in the closet with Henry and the story starts to unfold... the one he makes on the couch when Henry asks about the key... or when he says he doesn't know how to play Polo and it seems Henry won't ask him to come now... when Henry takes his coat off and turns to sit it down before their first time... when he's looking out the window after Paris... when he's watching Henry sing... after his dad tells him sometimes you gotta jump... when Henry says he doesn't have a loving, supportive family like Alex does... when he's hugging Henry goodbye and wants to kiss him... when he takes the sip of whiskey after Zahra leaves the couch... when Shaan says the King wants to see them... when the King pops off on Alex speaking up to him... when they look through the glass at the people before going out onto the balcony... when he looks at Henry after the election speech...
it's like an innocent, uncertain, nervous face... and yeah I think about ALL of them often
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