I can pull the strings of this stiff-necked puppet as I please. ‘You had better kill me, mademoiselle, because otherwise I shall end by strangling you. A mosquito had been trapped inside and was perfectly preserved for thousands of years. It felt wonderful and golden to bask in the sunlight of their approval, even if their approval was fickle and dangerous. Wood, furiously. After all, why need one look down.
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