As any truly grand person would do, they’ve forgiven me for making them supporting characters in this story. They’re important to me, each of them in his own way.
“So sing that other song I made, Half anger’d with my happy lot, The day, when in the chestnut shade I found the blue Forget-me-not.”
Alfred, Lord Tennyson | “The Miller’s Daughter”
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