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You're Better Than This. Better Than Whatever It Is You're Going To Do Now.

Turning Away, I Stared At The Long Road Winding Off Ahead Of Me. I Sighed. This Trip Might Take Awhile. "then Start Walking, Rose," I Muttered To Myself. I Set Off, Off To Kill The Man I Loved.

Ah, My Daughter,ʺ He Said. ʺeighteen, And Already Youʹve Been Accused Of Murder, Aided Felons, And Acquired A Death Count Higher Than Most Guardians Will Ever See.ʺ He Paused. ʺi Couldnʹt Be Prouder.

I Won’t Lie. Walking Into A Room And Seeing Your Girlfriend Reading A Baby-name Book Can Kind Of Make Your Heart Stop. “i’m No Expert,” I Began, Choosing My Words Carefully. “well—actually, I Am. And I’m Pretty Sure There Are Certain Things We Have To Do Before You Need To Be Reading That.

Since I’m Presuming You Don’t Mean You Finally Bought Him A Leash, Let Me Say Simply That There Is A Big Difference Between Allowing An Animal To Ravage You And Allowing Yourself To Be Ravaged. One Is Common. The Other Is Art. It Is Planned. Crafted, Even. Only Capable Of Being Done By A Master.