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She was wearing grimy boots with mismatched socks. That seemed very sad. I mean, it was sad that she was dead anyway—probably, unless she’d been a horrible person—but dying with mismatched socks seemed especially sad somehow.
If you have ever tried to stay afloat on a pair of magic bread slices, then you know what it was like. Otherwise, all I can say is that I don’t recommend it.
It seemed like once you agreed that the government could put you on a list because of something you were born with, you were asking for trouble.
When you’re different, even just a little different, even in a way that people can’t see, you like to know that people in power won’t judge you for it.
If you have ever prepared for a siege in two days, then you know what the next few days were like. If you haven’t, then you probably don’t.
if things go wrong in a siege you’ll all die horribly, and in formal weddings, the stakes are much higher.
It is nearly impossible to be sad when eating a blueberry muffin. I’m pretty sure that’s a scientific fact.
Stab a bunch of toothpicks into a loaf of bread, and you’ve got…I don’t know, an appetizer or something. Not a dead golem, anyhow.
