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Heidi *Bookwyrm Babe, Voyeur of Covers, Caresser of Spines, Unashamed Smut Slut, the Always Sleepy Wyrm of the Stacks, and Drinker of Tea and Wine*
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A life written by her own hand was worth a thousand cold summer days.
Her daydreams of living out her days as a moneyed spinster were dissolving as fast as spun sugar on her tongue.
One truly begins living once they no longer hold the opinions of others in high regard.”
“When something traumatic happens, it leaves a mark. That energy—that blackness and anger—remains in a place the same way a bruise lingers long after an injury. Whatever happened in that house, the evil created by it may still be there,
“The two of you have a right to be happy, you know. We do no service to our dead when we linger too long in our misery.”
