The Science of Shrunken Heads
I'm a twentysomething English girl of Irish stock, currently living somewhere south of where you are. Unless you live in South Africa then I am definitely oop north.
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“May I come into your castle, my lady?”
Sansa was wary. “Don’t break it. Be…”
“… gentle?” He smiled.
- A Storm of Swords
DO NOT WANT. DO NOT WANT.
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