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It was a new day in Hearts, and she was the Queen.
“Off with his head.”
Sameen Groves (Shoot)har citeretfor 5 år siden
‘Why is a raven like a writing desk?’
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He smiled at her, and it was the friendly sort of smile that reached to every corner of his face, drawing dimples into his cheeks, crinkling the corners of his eyes.
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When will I see you again?’ he whispered.
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Jest stiffened and wrapped his free arm around her waist.
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My lady, I am a professional fool. I can say with certainty that you do not have the makings of one.’
She
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The Joker’s entire face lit up. ‘Can it be! A real-life lady with a laugh like that! I believed you were naught but mythological creatures. Please, do it again.’
April Joyce Batahar citeretfor 6 måneder siden
I pictured to myself the Queen of Hearts as a sort of embodiment of ungovernable passion – a blind and aimless Fury.
– LEWIS CARROLL
zoeyhar citeretfor 7 måneder siden
They smell tart.’
‘They are tarts.’
nigohosyanmarinahar citeretfor 9 måneder siden
I pictured to myself the Queen of Hearts as a sort of embodiment of ungovernable passion— a blind and aimless Fury