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“Well, come on,' said Hyacinthe. 'Unless you want me to carry you.'' 'Carry me? What a delightful offer. You can bear me in your arms like a maiden in a fairy tale.' Hyacinthe rolls his eyes. 'I can throw you over my shoulder like a sack of grain.' 'Then I suppose I shall walk,' Oak says, hoping he can.” — Holly Black
Well, come on,' said Hyacinthe. 'Unless you want me to carry you.''
'Carry me? What a delightful offer. You can bear me in your arms like a maiden in a fairy tale.'
Hyacinthe rolls his eyes. 'I can throw you over my shoulder like a sack of grain.'
'Then I suppose I shall walk,' Oak says, hoping he can.