Dance? ...That's interesting. Don't know how to get his attention with a pack of crayons when there are blades whizzing by my head every three seconds in that room. .... And who's that?
Not like a Princess of Heart in the slightest. More like a princess of ... blood. And thanks.
... Yeah. You do. You get to remembering, and the next thing you know, you've dug yourself a hole so deep you can't even see the sky anymore. You can't give up, though. You just can't.
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