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"Then don't hide him until the last reasonable mome-OW!" She cut herself, "Oh, for f*ck sake."
RTFM: Read The Freaking Manual. Or stickies, in this case. Pot, Kettle is your sister, and you're from the Noble House of Black. - Quartz Falcon, VGR Mailbag You are not a special little snowflake, you are a pain in my ass. |
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"Careful; don't bleed on the flowers. It gets the tigers edgy. Anyway, I can't hide Zaister anywhere near here; there's nowhere to hide him, and I can't go out in the streets without the Five. I could dismiss the male guard, but not the Five."
No, you don't get it, that's why I'm telling you. You think you get it, which isn't the same as actually getting it. Get it?
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"Then have somone else." She sucked her finger.
RTFM: Read The Freaking Manual. Or stickies, in this case. Pot, Kettle is your sister, and you're from the Noble House of Black. - Quartz Falcon, VGR Mailbag You are not a special little snowflake, you are a pain in my ass. |
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"It's not as simple as that," said Izvire with a touch of irritation. "You don't know anything, so don't pretend you do." She got up. "I need to talk to Kyrast anyway." Altho Kyrast was Izvire's mother, she had always been distant from her daughter; Izvire had been brought up by nannies, as her own daughter Zervain was being. At five years old, Zervain, who was Zaister's daughter, was the heir to the throne.
No, you don't get it, that's why I'm telling you. You think you get it, which isn't the same as actually getting it. Get it?
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"I never said I knew anything."
RTFM: Read The Freaking Manual. Or stickies, in this case. Pot, Kettle is your sister, and you're from the Noble House of Black. - Quartz Falcon, VGR Mailbag You are not a special little snowflake, you are a pain in my ass. |
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SHe stood up, brushing off her clothes.
RTFM: Read The Freaking Manual. Or stickies, in this case. Pot, Kettle is your sister, and you're from the Noble House of Black. - Quartz Falcon, VGR Mailbag You are not a special little snowflake, you are a pain in my ass. |
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Izvire led the way to the part of the palace where the Moon Priestesses lived. The Head Priestess was Kyrast; when a Moon King became too old to bear children, she relinquished the crown to her eldest daughter and became Head Priestess.
No, you don't get it, that's why I'm telling you. You think you get it, which isn't the same as actually getting it. Get it?
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The girl followed queitly.
RTFM: Read The Freaking Manual. Or stickies, in this case. Pot, Kettle is your sister, and you're from the Noble House of Black. - Quartz Falcon, VGR Mailbag You are not a special little snowflake, you are a pain in my ass. |