Absolutenastin - Isn't It Too Dreamy?

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I'd like agent Cooper to take me anywhere 

“...Brienne turned, and saw a ghost. 

Renly. No hammerblow to the heart could have felled her half so hard. 

"My lord?" she gasped.

"Lord?" The boy pushed back a lock of black hair that had fallen across his eyes. "I'm just a smith."

He is not Renly, Brienne realized. Renly is dead. Renly died in my arms, a man of one-and-twenty. This is a only a boy. A boy who looked as Renly had, the first time he came to Tarth. [...] And though his eyes had been that same deep blue, Lord Renly's eyes had always been warm and welcoming, full of laughter, whereas this boy's eyes brimmed with anger and suspicion.”

— George R.R. Martin, A Feast for Crows

OK, Bob

Я йшла в Сільпо за помідорами для салату, але дорогою в навушниках заграв schmalgauzen, і, зрештою, додому я прийшла з пляшкою червоного сухого 🍷