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I have something to say to the people of Meereen. 

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Not even by their mother.

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"Remember that time we ran out of gas coming back from a cook?" "The gauge…. It always said half-full." "You walked three miles with a jerry can while I waited on the side of the road, praying that no cop would show up… no good Samaritan."
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“Hurry,” she was whispering now, “quickly, quickly, now, do it now, do me now. Jaime Jaime Jaime.” Her hands helped guide him. “Yes,” Cersei said as he thrust, “my brother, sweet brother, yes, like that, yes, I have you, you’re home now, you’re home now, you’re home.” She kissed his ear and stroked his short bristly hair. Jaime lost himself in her flesh. He could feel Cersei’s heart beating in time with his own, and the wetness of blood and seed where they were joined.
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I must be cursed.

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She touched his face. “I was lost without you, Jaime. I was afraid the Starks would send me your head. I could not have borne that.” She kissed him. A light kiss, the merest brush of her lips on his, but he could feel her tremble as he slid his arms around her. “I am not whole without you.”

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Ezra Miller photographed by Nicholas Routzen

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