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“I haven’t seen you around before, was there something you needed assistance with?” It was not so strange a question in Eorzea as it may have been in other lands and worlds. Adventurers were ever in want of work, and the populace ever eager to give it.
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Kore: “…do you not want to at least try to cook it first…?”
“Why would I do that? You must be one of those people that peels oranges...”
may; ILL MAKE CAKE
me; ILL STAB YOU
[text] I don't know if I can keep them :( ✿ [text] My only sort of permanent home isn't made for animals ✿
[text] Oh dear. Perhaps we can work something out.
[text] Belgium, they're still tiny. I think they're okay. ✿ [text] I don't know how to take care of little things unless they're plants or dead ✿
[text] Do you want to bring them here? [text] I mean. I know how to look after kittens, I could teach you.[text] Because I'd rather they didn't die, and all that.
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[text] Help ✿ [text] I found two cats what do I do??? ✿
[text] Where did you find them?[text] Are they okay?
Victory. It has come late, I had not learnt how to arrive, like the lily, at will, the white figure, that pierces the motionless eternity of earth, pushing at clear, faint, form, till the hour strikes: that clay, with a white ray, or a spur of milk. Shedding of clothing, the thick darkness of soil, on whose cliff the fair flower advances, till the flag of its whiteness defeats the contemptible deep of night, and, from the motion of light, spills itself in astonished seed.
Pablo Neruda -- Enigma with Flower
