[ooc: The video clicks on to reveal a very French bedroom draped in elegant white, and to a young girl with flowing pink hair sitting against the window pane, a look of utter devotion spread across her face.]Ah, the sun rises even brighter when love chases the dismal fogs of Paris away! My heart swoons whenever I secretly utter his name-and, yet...
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My heart does call for a Christian boy, but not one that is wholesome in the eyes of our family.
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But if love is madness, dear sister, I wish no sanity. If love is blindness, I wish no clearness for my happy eyes.
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The path of love is one of thorns and sin. Believe not what you have been told by pretty mouths.
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I understand. Yet do not all things worth living for have risks?
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At least not to your knowledge, sister. Please forgive me.
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