The three stumbling fangirls shoved their way into Mormont & Son bookstore to claim a place as close to Brienne Tarth as possible. РІР‚СљOh gods, sign my book! Sign it!РІР‚Сњ Myrcy waved her hardback prize in the air like a trophy. РІР‚СљThose girls are going in ahead of us! Push them! Slap those bitches! We were here first!РІР‚Сњ Marg shoved them towards the door. РІР‚СљI canРІР‚в„ўt even,РІР‚Сњ Sansa whispered as if it were a revelation. Did that happen? Did that just happen! Help.РІР‚Сњ Myrcy was knocking on fan-deathРІР‚в„ўs door again. There was something about their group that must have caught her attention on the way into the bookstore, possibly their matching t-shirts with her book cover on them, and as she paused to let the clerk open the door for her, she glanced back and smiled just a tiny bit. РІР‚СљThatРІР‚в„ўs like two steps for her!РІР‚СњР”Р„n extraordinarily tall woman with a blonde bob strode past the three hyperventilating teenagers. Myrcy squealed as they all started talking at once. I can't even.РІР‚Сњ Sansa started jumping again. РІР‚СљShut up! I used to think she was just sort of tall and maybe kinda freckly, but duh. РІР‚СљWhat? How could you?РІР‚Сњ Myrcy was incensed.

РІР‚СљYou know, I used to think she wasnРІР‚в„ўt all that-РІР‚Сњ РІР‚СљWhoever says sheРІР‚в„ўs ugly is a hater and a troll with eyes made of butt.РІР‚Сњ РІР‚СљYeah, but sheРІР‚в„ўs tall like goddess tall, and IРІР‚в„ўm tall like stringbean tall.РІР‚Сњ Besides, youРІР‚в„ўre tall.РІР‚Сњ Myrcy pointed out. РІР‚СљThereРІР‚в„ўs more to her than being tall, Sansa. РІР‚СљSheРІР‚в„ўs so tallРІР‚В¦gah.РІР‚Сњ Sansa leaned against Myrcy for support. РІР‚СљSansa, donРІР‚в„ўt explode and get blood on her!РІР‚Сњ Marg demanded. РІР‚СљThere she is! SheРІР‚в„ўs there! Oh gods, sheРІР‚в„ўs like a majestic unicorn of wonder! I think my heart might be exploding.РІР‚Сњ This might make me dead.РІР‚Сњ Myrcy resigned herself to death by fangirling.

РІР‚СљWe deserve this more than anybody has ever deserved anything! Shut up, just shut up. РІР‚СљI donРІР‚в„ўt even know! How is this happening to us! We donРІР‚в„ўt even deserve this!РІР‚Сњ Sansa Stark whimpered.

What is breathing? Help me breathe!РІР‚Сњ Myrcella Baratheon gasped in air.

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