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Lex lies in bed and tries to think of every word he knows for "beautiful."
Off the top of his head, he can think of roughly one hundred and fifty, in eight languages (if you weren’t counting Latin, and he wasn’t)—Chinese, Russian, French, Japanese, Italian, German, Spanish, and Arabic. Clark stretches in his sleep, the sheets rucking around his hips, and he makes a breathy, contented sound.
Lex wishes he knew Ancient Sumerian. Mandarin. A couple of African dialects.
Mmmm. *Pretty*. And see! Excuse to use my cookies icon!