I'm Not Witch. I'm Your Wife.

Do I Love You? My God, If Your Love Were A Grain Of Sand, Mine Would Be A Universe Of Beaches! If Your Love Were-" "i Don't Understand That First One Yet," Buttercup Interrupted. She Was Starting To Get Very Excited Now. "let Me Get This Straight. Are You Saying My Love Is A Grain Of Sand And Yours Is This Other Thing? Images Confuse Me So - Is This Universal Business Of Yours Bigger Than My Sand? Help Me, Westley. I Have The Feeling We're On The Verge Of Something Just Terribly Important.

It Was Only When The Giant Got Halfway Down The Incline That He Suddenly, Happily, Burst Into Flame And Continued His Trip Saying, "no Survivors, No Survivors!" In A Manner That Could Only Indicate Deadly Sincerity. It Was Seeing Him Happily Burning And Advancing That Startled The Brute Squad To Screaming. And Once That Happened, Why, Everybody Panicked And Ran.

He Held Up A Book Then. “i'm Going To Read It To You For Relax.” “does It Have Any Sports In It?” “fencing. Fighting. Torture. Poison. True Love. Hate. Revenge. Giants. Hunters. Bad Men. Good Men. Beautifulest Ladies. Snakes. Spiders... Pain. Death. Brave Men. Cowardly Men. Strongest Men. Chases. Escapes. Lies. Truths. Passion. Miracles.” “sounds Okay,” I Said And I Kind Of Closed My Eyes.

Flaws Would Not Only Bring Death But, Far Worse, Humiliation.

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