[all that nervous energy he'd been radiating instantly stills. Norman holds the shirt out at arm's length by the shoulders, squinting, his lips minutely forming the printed words for half a second before he laughs hard enough that his stomach is visibly bouncing.]
Peter, this is great. Where'd you find it? Here.
[he holds it back out to him, not yet understanding that it's a gift]
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Peter, this is great. Where'd you find it? Here.
[he holds it back out to him, not yet understanding that it's a gift]