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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

He Shook His Head In Mock Sympathy. "i Tell You, Sage. Sometimes I Think I Am The One Who Needs To Take Out The Restraining Order On You.

I Don't Suppose That She Gave You The Job Based On Looks Alone?" Adrian Had Been Staring Off But Now Flashed Me A Big Smile. "why, Sage, You Sweet Talker." "that's Not What I Meant! What Happened?" He Shrugged. "i Told The Truth." "adrian!" "i'm Serious. She Asked Me What My Greatest Strength Was. I Said Getting Along With People." "that's Not Bad." I Admitted. "then She Asked What My Greatest Weakness Was. And I Said, 'where Should I Start?'" "adrian!" "stop Saying My Name Like That. I Told Her The Truth. By The Time I Was On The Fourth One, She Told Me I Could Go.

You…you Need To Move On,” I Managed. Yes, That Was A Sound Reason. “you Need To Find Someone Else. You Know I Don’t—that I Can’t. Well, You Know. You’re Wasting Your Time With Me.” He Remained Firm. “it’s My Time To Waste.

The Ghost Of A Smile Flickered Across His Lips. ‘you’re Always The Voice Of Reason. Just Try Listening To Yourself Once In A While.