Main asoiaf modern au plotline: robb got a concussion at rugby practice and jon drove him to the er despite robb insisting he's fine and jon needs to pick up arya and sansa from afterschool debate club anyway. there they encounter sansa's evil middle school crush joffrey who broke his brother's arm after forcing him to play chicken on their dad's motocycles, and their classmate dany, who tested into some college classes and is there with uni student quentyn, whose sister arianne gave them ride after one of dany's possibly-poisonous lizards bit quentyn while they were working on an environmental science project at the martell house. Cat recruits brienne, her favorite first-year associate and arya and bran's taekwondo instructor, to pick up the girls, and she ends up having to help ned break up a fight between cat, lysa, and stannis at the pta meeting that's happening at the same time.
They told us, they told us children that if we spoke or coughed or moved an inch, that the U-boats would catch the vibrations through the hull and we would die in the drink right there in the hold. Three nights and two days we stayed quiet, a four-year-old and a five-and-a-half-year-old speaking with our eyes. So there's a little sob story. And once we were over, our uncle who was, so to speak, a character, well, they had a little money and they sent Logan away to a better school. And he hated it. He just hated it. He wasn't, he wasn't well. He was sick. And he mewed and he cried and in the end he got out and came home under his own steam. But when he got back, our little sister, she was a baby, but she was there by then. He always believed that he brought home the polio with him, which took her. I don't even know if that's true, but our aunt and uncle certainly did nothing to disabuse him of that notion. They let it lie with him. I loved him, I suppose, and I suppose some of you did too, in whatever way he would let us, and we could manage. But I can't help but say he has wrought the most terrible things. He was a man who has here and there drawn in the edges of the world, now and then darkened the skies a little, closed men's hearts, fed that dark flame in men, the hard, mean, hard relenting flame that keeps their hearths warm while another grows cold, their grain stashed while another goes hungry, and even has the temerity to tell that hard- funny, yes, funny- but hard joke about the man in the cold. You can get a little high, a little mighty when you're warm. Oh, yes. He gave away a few million of his billions, but he was not a generous man. He was mean, and he made but a mean estimation of the world, and he fed a certain kind of meagerness in men. Perhaps he had to, because he had a meagreness about him, and maybe I do about me too. I don't know. I try. I try. I don't know when, but sometime he decided not to try anymore, and it was a terrible shame.
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