She glared at me with decades full of vengeful daggers. A ghastly pale suffused her otherwise rosy countenance. An eerily calm voice slithered forward and wrapped itself around me -
'Why do you think you're so special?'
Truly confused, I looked up, suddenly uncertain of who stood before me -
'My Lady, I think no such thing. But just because I think something does not make it the truth.'
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