[ At the break of dawn, Edward mysteriously stands at the edge of the gardens, taller than usual... almost statuesque. He takes a deep breath, shuts his eyes, and swooshes his very, very long braid over his shoulder
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Like Icarus' quest for the rays of a blinding sun, I too possess the crippling desire to reach for the golden waves of thy maidenly tresses. It shines such that I need not direct Transmutador thy way, for even inanimate beasts such as he instinctively know thy beauty to be the most brilliant thing this world can conjure.
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...whoa.
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Doth my ears and eyes deceive, as they take pains to do in thy presence?
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What hell indeed, in this fine weather.
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Yeah. I like music.
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Don't hurt yourself during this please.
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