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She wanted to adopt me, I think. I had a mother, what I needed was a friend. I kept saying this over and over, telling my friends that she drove me crazy. Really, though, I was lucky to have her. My own mother is nothing good, she's been a horrible influence on me all my life. I was lucky to have a friend like her who cared so much about me, and wanted nothing but good for me.
Markus wasn't used to dirt walls. Every so often, when he was passing through their quarters, he would brush against the living room wall, and make a face when dirt would sprinkle into his hair.
"Will I ever get used to this?" He murmured to Falon, brushing dirt from the shoulder of his shirt. Falon smiled cheerfully at his husband over his teacup.
"Probably not!"