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Two hours, many candles, and a few bottles of wine later, Sansa had to admit, this was better than any DVD marathon. She was actually having a real conversation with Arya.
Did you see the light in my heart?
Did you see the sweat on my brow?
Did you see the fear in my heart?
Did you see me bleeding out?