"I don't have a problem," she drawls. "Not a personal one, anyways."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"What is it you think I'm going to do?" she asks, seemingly irritated.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
Kurieitā leans down and pulls an ancient looking typewriter out of her bag along with a stack of paper. She starts typing, her eyes turning slate grey, pausing occasionally to glance over at man with black hair and the woman with the mask.
“So what? You're another person so of course you look different. What do you need to be ashamed for?” Ciel Phantomhive
"Reality is an illusion, the universe is a hologram buy gold bye!" Bill Cipher
"Oh, you're not my target today, dear, so don't worry about it."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
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