Crisscross and Crosscriss
Courfeyrac doesn't often dream anything he'd want his friends to know about, and last night's dream proved no different. He doesn't understand what its meaning was, or who the strange English boy might have been. Neither the blue and white uniform, nor the oddly shaped hat that made him laugh caused him to recollect anything. And yet it was a rather nice dream. The boy told him about the sea, and what the world is like from the rigging of a ship. And the boy's name was Archie. A strange name, but nice.
Courfeyrac wouldn't mind having the dream again.
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