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Eerily, The Coronation Was Kind Of A Reverse Of Tatianaʹs Funeral. What Was The Old Saying? The Queen Is Dead. Long Live The Queen

Mmm. O Positive, My Favorite.” “is It? I Thought It Was A Cabernet Sauvignon.” “so It Is,” Said Adrian, Straight-faced. “my Mistake.

Rose, Do You Think I'd Do Anything That Would Hurt You.- Dimitri To Rose

Then Why Are You Crying?” “because Of You!” I Beat My Fists On His Chest. “because I Love You, And I Don’t Know What To Do! I Can Solve Almost Any Problem, But I Can’t Solve This. I Don’t Know How To Deal With That. And I’m Afraid! Afraid For You! Do You Know What It’d Do To Me If Something Happens To You?” I Stopped Hitting Him And Clasped My Hands Over My Own Chest, As Though There Was A Danger My Heart Might Fall Out. “this! This Would Break. Shatter. Crumble. Crumble Until It Was Dust.” I Dropped My Hands. “blown Away On The Wind Until There Was Nothing Left.

It's Late, I'm Tired, And Your Cigarettes Are Giving Me A Headache," I Growled. "i Suppose That's Fair." He Drew In On The Cigarette And Let Out The Smoke. "some Women Think They Make Me Look Sexy." "i Think You Smoke Them So You Have Something To Do While Thinking Up Your Next Witty Line." He Choked On The Smoke, Caught Between Inhaling And Laughing. "rose Hathaway, I Can't Wait To See You Again. If You're This Charming While Tired And Annoyed And This Gorgeous While Bruised And In Ski Clothes, You Must Be Devastating At Your Peak.