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Last year when the new Innistrad set came out I saw everyone excited that they had reprinted Thalia Guardian of Thraben, so I started looking into the art and story for Innistrad, and I read more and more about Thalia and I found myself beginning to think about her alot of the time like when I go to bed at night I will imagine her lying next to me, or when I go on my walks twice a week, especially now that it is autumn and the leaves are changing color and it's getting crisp. I love to imagine dancing with her at the harvest festival. I love to imagine sitting with her on a bench in the grayness of late November and holding her hand to comfort her worries for the future. I would do anything for her. I hate myself more and more for how ugly I am, I get out of the shower in the morning and see my own face and I think how I could never be good enough for Thalia. She is so beautiful and kind and brave and pure.
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_/﹋\_
~Yours Truly,
Mr.Fluffernutter
would bang again