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You spoke first, my heart skipping a beat. I replied, scared that I wouldn't be able to form the right words.   Our last words haunt me, so formal and that capable of being said between strangers.
Here lays a story to be told of Angels and Mermaids and Knights (with strange names) and royalty of princesses and princes the same, and none of which were servant’s saviors but all of them killed her further.
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