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And then Sansa teaches her pony-sized furry killing machine to take food delicately from her hand, because manners are important.
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“Soft-spoken sweet-smelling Sansa, who loved silks, songs, chivalry and tall gallant knights with handsome faces”.
A good heart. I have a good heart.
“I dreamt of a maid at a feast with purple serpents in her hair, venom dripping from their fangs.”