Rosemarie You Are Out Of Line

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Life And Death Were So Unpredictable. So Close To Each Other. We Existed Moment To Moment, Never Knowing Who Would Be The Next To Leave The World. I Was Still In It, Barely, And As I Looked Up From The Ashes, Everything Around Me Seemed So Sweet And So Beautiful. The Trees. The Stars. The Moon. I Was Alive -- And I Was Glad I Was.

Oh,” She Said. “you Can Rest Assured That I Will Kill Him. Mostly This Is To Emphasize What I Said Before: No More Time To Lounge Around And Decide With No Consequences. For Every Moment You Waste Deliberating Today, The Oak King Will Be In The Hands Of My Torturers, Experiencing The Most Excruciating Pain. Your Delay Extends That Agony.” “oh, Irony,” Murmured Dorian.

Hey, Volusian, You Haven't Been Checking Me Out, Have You?" He Gave Me His Trademark Bland Stare. "i Assure You, Mistress, The Only Allure Your Bare Flesh Has For Me Is To Remind Me How Easy It Will Be To Slice Open." I Laughed. If Not For The Fact He Was Actually Serious, He'd Be So Much Fun.

So Much Grief, So Much Anger. So Unlike The Usual Adrian.