Sansa had felt the boy creep into her bed sometime during the night. At the time she had allowed it, thinking the weeping child deserved any small kindness she could afford him. Robert had spent the last two days screaming himself into hysterical fits. She had purposely turned onto her side so that her back faced him, but he curled
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TY, IT'S BECAUSE I IDENTIFY WITH LITTLEFINGER'S AMBITION. I AM LITTLEFINGER'S AMBITION.
I WILL REGRET TYPING THIS MAYBE TOMORROW.
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