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If there is one single word that can entirely encapsulate the exhaustion gripping Shauntal now, Lucian has yet to come upon it, and he has learned the definitions and etymologies of more words than he will likely ever use or need.
His darling novelist had immediately collapsed into their shared hotel bed a three-time Open Margin award winner still draped in gold and lilac with nary a care for the state of her dress or the makeup smudging onto the pillow...
Perhaps the perfect word was a neologism just waiting to be invented by his ethereal, more imaginative other half.