Art-Trade: So It BeginsYou first meet at Maxwell’s birthday party (the private one, not the loud paparazzi-quelling glorified press conference). Only his close friends are there, and while there are still plenty of unfamiliar faces, one in particular catches your eye. He’s tall, lean, and just a little bit awkward—tense but somehow not out of place. Kenneth is chatting with him, almost a man, and you just can’t believe he’s grown so much, has it really been so many years since your last visit?Art-Trade: So It Begins
You bite your lip, mentally calculating Earth versus Galvan years, when Gwendolyn remarks, “Oh, hi there Al! What’s it been, e
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The only reason I'm here is because Captain Cold
gave me the day off.
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Te audire no possum. Musa sapientum fixa est in aure.
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