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rubyredwisp:

She was no one’s daughter now. She was no one. Not Arya, not Weasel, not Nan nor Arry nor Squab, not even Lumpyhead. She was only some girl who ran with a dog by day, and dreamed of wolves by night.

shared Há 7 anos on Junho 22, 2014 with 11.279 notas
Originally made by rubyredwisp, reblogged from joekeerys
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