Granted, but you are taken into slave trafficking where s/he gets her tongue ripped out and you are proposed to by a handsome prince. But when your rescuers come and shoot him in the head and take you back to your boring home.
I wish I could juggle.
Nella vita vi è la distruzione, desolazione nella morte, ma c'è speranza nella rivoluzione.
Granted; it's now painted burgundy red, and you get a new roomate: Jojo the Clown.
I wish I could wish for something.
"If you were to die without anyone ever remembering you, then does that mean you never existed? If so, that is why I write, to be remembered; to exist.". -me