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"When I started making those weird voices, a lot of people told me how whack it was,” she says, “‘What the fuck are you doing?’ they’d say. ‘Why do you sound like that? That doesn’t sound sexy to me.’ And then I started saying, Oh, that’s not sexy to you? Good. I’m going to do it more. Maybe I don’t want to be sexy for you today." — Nicki Minaj (BlackBook Magazine)

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Marius arrives at the barricade 15 minutes late with Starbucks

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Come, thick night…

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Stannis stretched forth a hand, and his fingers closed around one of the leeches.“Say the name,” Melisandre commanded. The leech was twisting in the king’s grip, trying to attach itself to one of his fingers.
“The usurper,” he said. “Joffrey Baratheon.” 
When he tossed the leech into the fire, it curled up like an autumn leaf amidst the coals, and burned. Stannis grasped the second. 
“The usurper,” he declared, louder this time. “Balon Greyjoy.” 
He flipped it lightly onto the brazier, and its flesh split and cracked. The blood burst from it, hissing and smoking. The last was in the king’s hand. This one he studied a moment as it writhed between his fingers. 
“The usurper,” he said at last. “Robb Stark.”
And he threw it on the flames.

Stannis stretched forth a hand, and his fingers closed around one of the leeches.“Say the name,” Melisandre commanded. The leech was twisting in the king’s grip, trying to attach itself to one of his fingers.

“The usurper,” he said. “Joffrey Baratheon.”

When he tossed the leech into the fire, it curled up like an autumn leaf amidst the coals, and burned. Stannis grasped the second.

“The usurper,” he declared, louder this time. “Balon Greyjoy.”

He flipped it lightly onto the brazier, and its flesh split and cracked. The blood burst from it, hissing and smoking. The last was in the king’s hand. This one he studied a moment as it writhed between his fingers.

“The usurper,” he said at last. “Robb Stark.”

And he threw it on the flames.

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