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I'd never seen old money before, but I'd always thought it was so much more romantic. Twelves instead of tens, curious, quaint awkward figures that don't multiply easily, A sixpence, though, a silver sixpence. In the mail. In an unmarked envelope. To quote Alice, curiouser and curiouser.
I mean, come on, not even a note? Riddles. I hate. Freaking. Riddles.
Its not like he could know, anyway. I didn't tell anybody. Not a soul.
