Eponine blushes, touching her nose to his. It was disgustingly cute. Everyone, be happy for them.
"Let them be jealous, for they did not love me first. Nor will I leave you for them. Perhaps our dear Courfeyrac, mayhaps, but no, I am content with you, my sweetest Michel."
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"Let them be jealous, for they did not love me first. Nor will I leave you for them. Perhaps our dear Courfeyrac, mayhaps, but no, I am content with you, my sweetest Michel."