sleeping hook

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she is the kind of treasure
       that a map won’t give to you [x]

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   With that, as the long spell of her enchantment came to an end, the Princess awaked; and looking at him with eyes more tender than a first sight of him might seem to excuse:—

   “Is it you, my prince?” she said. “You have been a long while coming.”

Sending people hate because they like a certain ship, is like telling some they are a horrible person because they like a certain flavor of ice cream. It’s ridiculous and unnecessary.

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The e a r t h breaks, it falls and save your beat
I’d find myself swallowed, drowning in your h e a t