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She stood there, looked me in the eyes asked in a quivering, cautious cadence, "How long do half-elves live?" And it would have been the most heartbreaking thing If I had still had a heart (After that girl who was more beautiful than she was living - but it had to be done.) But I still answered As warm as I could With Melora not by my side, Not in my heart, But, perhaps, cooking up a jambalaya in my stump. And in that moment I know she would sacrifice herself Sacrifice anything Just to better the lives of others. That girl is a treasure And I hope not to forget it.
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May 21, 2022
May 21, 2022 at 5:48 PM UTC
cybin
She stood there, looked me in the eyes asked in a quivering, cautious cadence, "How long do half-elves live?" And it would have been the most heartbreaking thing If I had still had a heart (After that girl who was more beautiful than she was living - but it had to be done.) But I still answered As warm as I could With Melora not by my side, Not in my heart, But, perhaps, cooking up a jambalaya in my stump. And in that moment I know she would sacrifice herself Sacrifice anything Just to better the lives of others. That girl is a treasure And I hope not to forget it.
wholly obsessed w dnd podcasts rn. emily and murph if u ever see this i hope i characterized moonie and meemaw alright
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May 21, 2022
May 21, 2022 at 5:48 PM UTC
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