A hard lump rises in his throat, and his eyes burn, and for a moment he can't make a single sound. He can't move, either, can't make himself believe it's possible to move.
It's too much, too good, how could he possibly be allowed this --
Finally he manages to nod, and to keep nodding as vehemently as he can.
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It's too much, too good, how could he possibly be allowed this --
Finally he manages to nod, and to keep nodding as vehemently as he can.