by ~Star Grace~ » Tue Feb 25, 2014 12:20 pm
Mountain patted the dogs head, and gasped, "Fine, I just don't r-really know what happened," she said, her breath coming in sharp gasps. She then turned to Brie, "Thank you for your concern," she said, swallowing hardly.
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And who are you, the proud lord said
That I must bow so low?
Only a cat of a different coat,
That's all the truth I know.
And in a coat of red
Or a coat of gold
A lion still has claws.
And mine are long and sharp, my lord,
As long as sharp as yours.
And so he spoke, and so he spoke
That lord of Castamere.
Yet now the rains weep o'er his halls,
With no one there to hear.
Yes now the rains weep o'er his halls,
With not a soul to hear.
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