Loki jumps up and takes it from Storm before he even gets the chance to open It,"That isn't yours sir."He hands it to Catt Laughing cheerily,"I don't believe we've met. Whats your name?"
"i dont slay i slaughter, luke i am your father..." ~fatherfig
When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind. — Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind
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