Feb 07, 2006 21:54
After yesterday, I need one of the largest bottles of aspirin imaginable.
Niou, stop with the letters. Your twin doesn't even exist anymore.
I have finally recovered my items. All I need now is to recover the thief and that'll make the day complete.
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even if his eyes are nothing like the sun,
and his breath everything like house elves' forgotten trash;
If snow be white, why, that's the shade his dearly beloved face turns,
as he hears reminiscent notes of Tezuka's song.
If hair be wires, why, my dear Sanada's locks would soon become a helmet,
meshed together with that rank cap he wears.
I love to hear him speak, yet I know,
that a dead cat's screeching would have a more lovely sound.
I grant I never saw a god go;
Yet my dear Sanada must surely stomp on the ground.
And yet by heaven, I think my love as rare
as any he belied with true compare.
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