Mahoney: Now we wait.
Magorium: No. We breathe, we pulse, we regenerate. Our hearts beat, our minds create, our souls injest.
wearing their hearts on their sleeves, but oh, how good it felt to have them worn just like they should
...you couldn’t say much less now could you
if it’s not me you need to sleep beside … who am I to you?
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