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Thinking of you in pigtails and a brilliant pink dress usually does. With dozens of ribbons and plenty of lace. And then, Daph, do you know what happens? I dream of you giggling and fluttering those lashes of yours. And you prance and skip and smile, not a filthy word crossing those pink lips of yours.
Oh, Mordred? At my funeral, could you make sure all know I died pretty? No matter what she does?