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“And if you should find soul sundered from flesh, order a drink for us at the first tavern you come across in the afterlife. We’ll settle the tab when we get there.”
“Sure. Why not. I'm too pretty to die old, anyway.”
There were moments that were gifts, meant to be cherished only for as long as you could remember them.
Fear the shadows, bitch. I'm made of them.
