The End Of Love

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We were reaching in the dark
That summer in New York
And it was so far to fall
But it didn't hurt at all
And let it wash away, wash away

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[periit]

[ Percival grips Newt’s hand and, adjusting his stance briefly, with relative ease hoists him back up to his feet. ] Don’t worry, [ Is the reassured and airy laugh. ] They’re nosey here and they’re nosey when you’re bathing, you won’t be far.

[ And he wouldn’t. Leading Newt only for a few steps before he lets go, Percival weaves back through the bars and heads towards a canvased off space up on wooden pallets, not quite a trunks length away from the elephant’s enclosure.

Pulling back one of the flaps reveals a bathtub filled with steaming water and beside it a small table with a mirror. ] If you need a razor to shave, I might be able to get you something. [ In the corner was a chair with a clean uniform—a red and white striped button-up and bright blue pants—draped over it. ]

I wasn’t sure if you had a change of clothes. [ Percival explains. ] If it makes you feel better, Theseus is getting the same thing. [ With a tip of his head he motions to the front of the tub. ] That’s your laundry basket. Take it back to your caravan and the ladies will pick up what you need washed in the morning and you can pick it up from them that evening.

[ He looks over Newt and smiles. ] It’s a lot, I know. Any questions yet?