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"Remove this liar from my sight," she commanded. I must not weep. I must not. If I weep I will forgive him.
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I must be as strong as my Lady mother..
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“Remove this liar from my sight,” she commanded.
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Sometimes I wonder if this is the price for what we’ve done. For our sins.
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The Northern Girl. Winterfell’s Daughter. I am not your daughter, she thought. I am Sansa Stark, Lord Eddard’s daughter and Lady Catelyn’s, the blood of Winterfell.
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But it is the трава that hides the гадюка from his enemies and shelters him until he strikes.
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'A long time ago, she remembered her father saying that when the cold wind blows the lone волк dies but the pack survives. He had it all backwards. Arya, the lone wolf, still lived, but the Волки of the pack had been taken and slain and skinned.'
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1 fan
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I cannot медведь to see his face. “Remove this liar from my sight,” she commanded. I must not weep. I must not. If I weep I will forgive him.
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1 fan
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Ты are the Golden Son. Ты can kill a king, lose a hand, fuck your own sister. Ты will still be the golden son.
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She could feel the snow on her lashes, taste it on her lips. It was the taste of Winterfell. The taste of innocence. The taste of dreams.
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"Is that how it goes, round and round forever? I ask again, where does it end?"
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I was trying to remember what everything looked like.
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'I never asked to play. The game was too dangerous. One slip and I am dead’.
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A thousand years ago, she had known a girl who loved лимон cakes …
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“But not to win. My brother loved the fight for its own sake, but I only play such games as I can win.”
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1 fan
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What do we do to those who hurt the ones we love?
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