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Wow,” Said Adrian. He Sat Down On The Bed And Tested Its Bounciness, Giving It A Nod Of Approval. “this Is Amazing. What Do You Think, Buttercup?” “i Have No Words,” I Said Honestly. He Patted The Spot Beside Him. “want To Try It Out?

I Decided The Alchemists Needed An Entire Department Devoted To Handling Adrian Ivashkov.

I Sighed And Stared Off Without Any Particular Focus. "i Miss Him So Much." "i'm Sorry," She Said. "will It Ever Get Better?" The Question Seemed To Catch Her By Surprise. "i...i Don't Know.

Georgina," He Murmured, Pulling Me Closer. "you Are The World.

Look Who's Calling The Cauldron Black." "kettle. It’s A Kettle. Get Your Metaphors Right." "that Wasn’t A Metaphor. It Was A, You Know..." He Stared Off Into Space, Blinking. "one Of Those Things That’s Symbolic Of Another Thing. But Isn’t The Same Thing. Just Like It." "you Mean A Metaphor?" "no! It’s Like A Story...like...a Proverb! That’s It." "i’m Pretty Sure That Wasn’t A Proverb. Maybe It Was An Analogy." "i Don’t Think So.