I am being incorrect in an impossible class, the lines of Torres Vedres leering at me and the black breath of seige lighting little fires in the hearth in my head.

You are somebody without me, I am better-off-dead.

And oui, oui, I knew you meant me. I haven't forgotten everything, woman.

<<agé chose>>

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