[ correct: she was thankful no one else was here to hear it.
don quixote stills, as if that'll stop angela's footsteps or the flowers that seem to turn their blossoms her way to coax her along.
what is there to fear? she isn't scared. thou art.
she isn't. she doesn't care what others say about her-- but thee do.
that is why you try so, so hard, don quixote. ]
Prithee, [ a call to angela now, but there's nothing pleading in it; there's a cold, burning anger that isn't intended towards her, but spills forth nonetheless, ] come no closer. I do not wish for thee to hear the lies of these vile blossoms.
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don quixote stills, as if that'll stop angela's footsteps or the flowers that seem to turn their blossoms her way to coax her along.
what is there to fear? she isn't scared. thou art.
she isn't. she doesn't care what others say about her-- but thee do.
that is why you try so, so hard, don quixote. ]
Prithee, [ a call to angela now, but there's nothing pleading in it; there's a cold, burning anger that isn't intended towards her, but spills forth nonetheless, ] come no closer. I do not wish for thee to hear the lies of these vile blossoms.