
My rating: 3 of 5 stars
⭐3 stars⭐
It didn't matter what the stones said.
Nothing was sure until death came.
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I am no flower to be ravaged at your whim, angry wolf-I am your hunter, bow cocked and ready. I am a Heartless, one of the creatures your people fled from in terror.
If you were smart, you'd star running, too.
"Thank you for having me here today."
Thank you, and I'm sorry.
As sorry as a monster can be.
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