[ Quentin sends him directions for where: Jin Guangyao's home handed down recently, dressed like someone's grandma just left and guarded by the new owner like someone's child is inside. Albeit tearfully and clumsily, as humiliated as he is relieved, Quentin receives Nikolai like a cool rag on a feverish forehead. Instantly, he's soothed. Instantly, he wants the feeling to stay. ]
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I'll let you in
I'll let you in, just don't be mad
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Where are you?
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