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So Now You're Death: Here's What You'll Need

Blessed Are The Meek, For To Them We Shall Say "attaboy".

You're Going To Break My Heart, Aren't You?

Little-boy Love...the Cleanest Pain I've Ever Known. Love Without Desire, Conditions, Or Limits - A Pure And Radiant Glow In The Heart That Could Make Me Giddy And Sad And Glorious All At Once. Where Does It Go? Why, In All Their Experiments, Did The Magi Never Try To Capture That Purity In A Bottle? Perhaps They Couldn't.

That's The Scary Thing About Hope," She Said. "if You Let It Go Too Long It Turns Into Faith.