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what kind of magic would you use to try to hurt me?” He stares. “I’d probably use my ax and chop your damn head off.”
“What a strange thing it is to cry,” I mutter, watching as a teardrop falls from my face and down to the ground between us. “What a strange thing to have our hearts bleed in this way that it comes out from our eyes.”
“You were afraid I was going to ask you to marry me?” I repeat. Jesus, am I that predictable? “Yes. Because I knew I’d say yes.” “Well, that sounds terrible, saying yes to me.”