#⦗✦| Nessa my BELOVED

[hheeluv]

my pretty baby :(( i love him

[twinge-of-cosmicangst]

Separating the the art from the artist ‘Separating the Smithy from the James Corden’

[the-patchwork-girl-of-oz]

How I imagined Fiyero, Nessa, and Boq looking in the book universe since they’re the more different from the musical than Elphie and Glinda 💚💖

(I drew these a while ago but they’ve been sitting in drafts 😅)

[broodwoof]

nessa my belovedddd....

traced a screenshot, nothing fancy, but it looks so different to see her vallaslin laid out like this. also.... eyebrows.

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

Burn the House Down Playlist: Cynthia Freeman

My beloved Cynthia. (Confession: she's my favorite character. Her self-respect arc is one of my favorites in the book...I say even though I am so proud of all of them and tomorrow I might say that Annette's loneliness/maturity arc or Luis' forgiveness/pride arc or Preston's arrogance/loyalty arc or Janine's greek-tragedy-hubris/apology arc is my favorite.) The First Lady in our hearts, Cynthia Freeman is arguably the hero of the story despite the book being titled around Janine. She loves Janine to her own destruction but, more importantly, loves her adopted daughter and loves herself. She's the power behind the crown, the motivation behind Janine's moves, the storyteller. As her playlist character description promises:

Her students' favorite teacher. Annette's mom. Janine's wife. Her own damn person.

@snazzy-hats-and-adhd @blufox3542 @neshatriumphs @khruschevshoe @weedpoop @thesirhandsome-tepalehuia @sillylittlecheeto @nefertittti @henrythepug @meet-me-behindthemall12 @aboutblankpages-blog-blog @artemisiaarm @profiterole-reads @marchionessdebrannas @harrietmjones @thearcaneuniversity @little-bloodied-angel @artemisbones @jacksope-lives @fleuranna @shehungthemoon @spacecatrainshell @celestedeluna @onebigfangirlworld

[convxction]

I am going to talk. A lot. When I get back from work. :)

[official-raihan]

(@nessaonrotumbir)

Imagine being the champions rival and ALWAYS LOSING

Riahan more like Lahan

NOOOOOOOOOOO SHE'S HERE

[avid-idiot]

I love how when I'm hungry, everything I usually hate suddenly becomes edible

[moss-flesh]

very obsessed with the valar rn

[hheeluv]

i want him so bad it’s not healthy anymore

likeeeee thats my man🫦

[nobodysdaydreams]

My toxic trait is that I think if Elphaba, Galinda, Fiyero, Nessarose and Boq had all gone to the Emerald City together as friend group, they totally would have been able to stop the Wizard and Morrible. Wouldn’t have even been a challenge.

Galinda, Nessarose, and Boq might have been hesitant or afraid to openly challenge the Wizard, but as soon as Elphaba objected and the Wizard and Morrible made their little threats, Fiyero would for sure throw a punch in the Wizard’s direction, at which point the battle is on and the group is running through the Wizard’s castle being chased by flying monkeys like they’re the Scooby Doo gang. Fiyero swinging around on those hot air balloon ropes knocking guards left and right, Boq panicking and accidentally doing some looney tunes style stunt that saves Nessrose, and they all escape on the balloon to Kiamo Ko with the Wizard as a hostage, because Fiyero would for sure drag that pathetic mess on board, tied up and everything to make sure they can escape.

And Morrible wouldn’t be able to do a thing about it because you know that the second Nessa calls her dad to complain, the governor is going to come rolling up to the Emerald City in his ridiculous top hat yelling in Morrible’s face demanding to know “what kind of school she thinks she’s representing here?” and talking about how he wasn’t made aware of this unauthorized balloon field trip, and panicking about Nessa falling out of the sky. Now Morrible has to deal with him, and she can’t pull the “a wicked green witch kidnapped our Wizard and his spellbook” this time, because is she really gonna say the witch was either helped by or succeeding in kidnapping (in addition to the Wizard) a famous prince, the daughter of wealthy upper class, the beloved and favorite daughter of an esteemed governor, and another random student all on her watch? There are only so many people you can throw under the bus before the story is too crazy to be believed, plus now you have all those angry parents demanding explanations. So now Morrible has got to tell everyone some bs story about an “unfortunate ballooning accident, which she is sure the Wizard will rectify in no time” while she figures out her next move.

Meanwhile, at Kiamo Ko, the kids have the Wizard tied up and he’s trying to reason with them but they aren’t having it, and since this is an integration, it eventually comes out that he’s Elphaba’s deadbeat dad. He gets emotional and tries to spin it as a tragic star crossed lovers story rather than a one night stand and Nessa’s not having it because if you found out your parent cheated with a villainous dictator who tried to kill their own child who is also your half-sister and then said dictator has the nerve to try to spin it into a story where you’re supposed to feel sad for them because they “couldn’t be with the woman they loved” (because she was married to your father) and “never knew their child” (because they left knowing full while their actions could have created your sibling) you’d be mad too. And Elphaba is also angry because who would want to be related to someone willing to oppress people for power? Pathetic.

But Boq stops Nessa from angrily doing anything crazy to the Wizard because after he saved Nessa from some flying monkeys, he realized that he loves her and that Galinda doesn’t like him and he has to respect that, and now that the gang has had time to talk, Galinda also realizes Fiyero obviously loves Elphaba and decides to be happy for them, because they all take one look at the Wizard’s fake overdramatic crying for a woman he had a one night stand with who was never gonna leave her husband for him anyway who he never even called again anyway so why is he crying now, and they say “let’s not over complicate our love lives and be mature about our feelings.” Good decision on their part.

Meanwhile, the Wizard tries to start singing about his regrets and offers them all a chance to rule with him if only they’ll untie him, but no one is having it and they send him and Morrible to jail and make Elphaba the new Wizard because she’s the one with the actual power. She can visit her father in prison, and he can do his silly little puppet/figurine shows and song/dance numbers for her then. If he has good behavior, maybe Elphaba can make him her court jester because goodness knows all the Wizard is good for is being a clown. Morrible stays in jail, no parole. Then you’ve Elphaba ruling the Emerald City, Fiyero ruling Winkie Country, Galinda being an elite socialite in Gilkin Country or wherever she’s from and Nessa ruling Munchkin Land with Boq at her side, willingly this time. The whole friend group is running Oz and making it better. The end.

[xenomortix]

Okay so does anyone know @kamiraaah 's lovely grandma Bucchi??? Because I do. And I love her. Vovó Bucchi my beloved. And I wanted to draw her being pretty at the neighborhood's seniors' get together dancing with her dear grandson!!! 🥺❤️

Enfim a vovó Bucchi no baile da terceira idade dançando um forró maroto com o Ruggie é tudo pra mim!!!! ❤️😭 Meu headcanon é que o Ruggie aprendeu a dançar nessas festinha de bairro mesmo, tipo baile, quermesse, e os cacete com a véia <3 é isso

[skzdelf]

Passenger Princess| Yang Jeogin

.ᐟPAIRING: Yang Jeongin x f!reader

.ᐟSYNOPSIS: As they drive through the city in a car, the protagonist gives in to the attraction she feels for him. (Second part of dirty little secret)

.ᐟWARNINGS: mentions of alcohol and weed; suggestive content

.ᐟWORDCOUNTER: 1,1k (1146)

The wind hit my face, messing up my hair and sending it into shapeless waves, blowing from side to side.

The city lights flashed by like camera flashes, bright and flickering thanks to the high speed of the car.

Sin city was a witness to what he and I had—what was supposed to stay as a little secret, the city knew it all. The city of sin knew I’d die for you, baby. Do you know that?

The upper half of my body was hanging out of the car’s open window, my arms stretched wide, feeling the cool air brush against my warm skin as laughter escaped my mouth.

“Sit, pretty. It’s dangerous” he said from inside the car, touching my leg to get my attention to what he was saying.

I climbed back into the car, smoothing my hair with my hands and manicured nails, still letting out small giggles.

I looked over at my beloved driver with a smile. He returned it, his dimples carving into his smooth cheeks.

“I can sit pretty” I replied, running one hand through his soft, now-copper hair, stroking it gently from the top down to his nape.

Each stroke seemed to tickle him. Every time my hand brushed against the back of his neck or near his ear, a shiver ran through his body.

He had bleached his hair a few weeks ago in a moment of impulsiveness, spurred by a weed high. He had called me around 1 a.m., asking for my help—a favor that was rewarded hours later in his bed. A night I’d like to experience again.

Sitting on his famous leather seats, which stuck to my bare legs thanks to the dress I was wearing, I could see the bright lights reflecting in his eyes, filled with unspoken emotions.

After that night at the bar, when I should’ve drawn a line, walked away, or ended it all, here I was again—falling for his charms.

Once again, driving through the city in his car late at night, hoping no one would bother us. Escaping a reality we couldn’t change—a reality where what we had had to stay a secret.

His hand, cold from the rings he wore, sliding up and down my thigh, pulled me out of my thoughts. I turned my gaze back to him. In that moment, I wasn’t sure if the lights around us blurred because of the speed we were going or because of the alcohol in my system.

“You’re my favorite fantasy, you know that?” His unexpected words made my heart race, pumping more blood than usual, sending some to my cheeks and tinting them pink.

Could you hear my heartbeat? If he asked, I could lie and say it was because he was speeding. I didn’t want to admit he turned my world upside down—but he probably already knew that.

Saying it out loud would only complicate things further, and I hoped I could keep my mouth shut for at least a little while longer. For once in my life, I prayed the alcohol wouldn’t betray me.

Where were we headed? I didn’t know, and I didn’t care because anywhere he take me, I would go.

“Don’t you know I’d die for you?” The words slipped from my lips, my senses too numb to hold them back.

Resting my head against the leather seat, I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye. He seemed far more in control than I was at that moment, but my words clearly affected him.

The hand on my thigh now squeezed a little tighter. His eyes stayed focused on the road, but his jaw was tense, as if he were holding back the words he really wanted to say.

He turned his head slightly toward me, his dark eyes reflecting a mix of uncertainty and resolve. “Why are you telling me this now?” he murmured, his voice barely audible over the hum of the engine.

Suddenly, he slammed on the brakes, sending my body lurching forward and then back into the seat. Quickly glancing at the street to see the reason behind his sudden braking. I noticed the red light.

Without even thinking—with what little brainpower I still had—I slid from my seat onto his, straddling him with my legs on either side of his muscular ones.

His eyes, wide with surprise, were locked on my legs, as if trying to make sense of the sudden situation. Meanwhile, my hands went to his neck, leaving gentle caresses.

“Say you’re all mine, Innie. Touch me under streetlights” I whispered, my voice nothing more than a hushed murmur filled with longing.

His breath hitched, and his hands, which had been tensely gripping the wheel, slowly moved toward my thighs. The glow of the streetlights illuminated his eyes, where a storm of emotions swirled.

“You know what you’re doing to me, don’t you?” he murmured, his voice hoarse and thick with restrained desire. You couldn’t help but smile slightly, enjoying the vulnerability in his tone.

Carefully, his fingers glided up my thighs, stopping just short of where the electricity between us became unbearable.

“Say it again” he said, his eyes fixed on your lips as if he needed to hear the words to believe the moment was real.

“Only because I know you want it too” I replied, our lips nearly brushing, heightening the tension between us. “Touch me under the streetlights.”

The distance between us disappeared in a breath as his lips finally found mine—a perfect mix of softness and urgency that seemed to stop time.

His hands, once hesitant, now moved with certainty, tracing a path up your thighs until they held you securely. The world outside blurred, the only sound the synchronized beating of your hearts.

Can you feel my heartbeat?

The traffic light changed, bathing the car’s interior in a green glow, but neither of you moved. After all, at this hour, no one else was driving.

And I could die here and now, in his arms, in a car filled with groans and gasps escaping both our lips.

His hands roaming over my bare legs, occasionally stopping on my ass to squeeze it possessively. My hands tugged at the hair at the nape of his neck, causing groans to escape from his plump lips, now swollen from our sudden kissing session.

I began moving my hips slowly over his hard member, earning deep, melodic moans from him. His hands now guided my hips, making the movements even more pleasurable for both of us.

My feelings and desires, now more exposed than ever and clearly reciprocated, hoped they’d no longer have to be hidden from the world.

I had fallen completely for Jeongin’s charms from the very first moment, and no one could ever deny it.

From this night forward, I could say I’d officially become his passenger princess.

.ᐟA/n: le dedico esta segunda parte a Jaz castor que desde que salió el primer fic de Jeongin (que en ningún momento estaba planeado que continuara) me pidió una segunda parte y acá está, disfrútalo corazón!

[yeetfanficccc]

Just Friends Wicked Boq x reader Oneshot

Author's Note--

So.... I haven't written x reader in years and not ever on this platform, but when I saw Wicked movie and thought Boq was low-key hot (I guess Ari and I have same taste lol) I couldn't find ANY fics for him I knew it was my duty to write this. I am rusty and this was in a single sitting but... enjoy, This is in an AU where Nessa never liked him, reader was written in mind as female but can be read as gender neutral :)

TW reader has anxiety and a panic attack

Shiz University was blooming with life. Ozians from all walks of life buzzed down the hallways chattering away about the new student, Elphaba, who was the most beautiful shade of green. Everyone seemed so lively and bright like they were dancing through life. I was not so lucky. 

I had been at Shiz for a week now and I still was perpetually scared everywhere I went. Everything was so loud and disconcerting.  During orientation, there was an altercation with Elphaba and for some reason Madame Morrible cast a huge spell to keep us on our toes, at least that’s what she told us. Pieces of the building flew clean off! I nearly passed out because my Oz, I am pursuing a higher education I should not be afraid of being crushed! There was a stunning girl named Galinda Upland who I was so intimidated by I had not uttered a single word in any class we shared in fear I would somehow upset her. Elphaba had gotten on her bad side, and I did not want to be 2nd on that list. 

So, I stuck to the edges of Shiz, trying my best to stay focused on study.  I people watched, admiring them from a safe distance. It was a quiet life, a simple life. Today, I sat in the library rewriting a history assignment for Dr. Dillamond. I just couldn’t seem to find the words. My body gravitated back to my beloved shelves. Our library had the most amazing rotating shelves I had ever had the honor to behold.  I reached for a reference book and turned the page,

In the years after the arrival of our Wonderful Wizard of Oz…

Smack! 

My book and I were sent hurling towards the ground. Panic. First for the book, it was not my property, and then for the warm body under me. More panic. Dear Oz, LET IT NOT BE GALINDA! 

“I am so sorry!” I spurted out, tumbling off the poor person I landed on. 

“It’s okay, it was my fault.”  

I looked up to see a shock of curly red hair. Huh. The stranger held out his hand and helped me to my feet. 

“No. I shouldn’t have been walking with a book in my face.” 

“You were just killing two birds with one stone.” 

“My third bird was not using another student as a landing pillow, but I’ve never been a good multitasker.” 

The joke was simple and not very funny, but he laughed.  A genuine boyish laugh.

“You’re in my class, right? Dr Dillamond’s?” 

He remembered me? I was a statue in that class. 

“Oh yeah, I am…” 

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to freak you out. I just never forget a face.” He giggled in his lovely tenor, “And you have a great face! Oh wow. That’s even weirder of a thing to say…” 

I felt a tingle in my chest, light airy. But one I hadn’t felt in a long while.

“(Y/N).” I spat, “I guess we’ll find out if you ever forget a name.” 

“Boq Woodsman,” He stretched out a bit to appear taller, “at your service.”

“That’s a good name.” 

“Really? I’ve always thought it was a bit stupid.”

“No. It’s a strong name. It suits you.”  I looked down when I said it. How could I let such cheesy words come from my mouth?

“Is your book, okay?” He stumbled the words, his face a bit red. Had I embarrassed him?

“My book? OH, my book!” I retrieved my wayward copy of Oz history from the ground, “I think she’ll make it. Just barely.” 

“Good, because I think we have class in like 2 minutes.”

Damn! I had lost track of time. 

“Oh no.” 

“Wanna make a run for it?” He grinned. 

“Only if it’s a race.” 

“Deal.”

We both entered Dr Dillamond’s class heaving and gasping for air, somehow on time. We couldn’t stop laughing. 

Weeks Later 

From that day on, Boq and I formed an allyship of two awkward college kids just trying to get by. We started sitting by each other in class, eating lunch together, and studying night after night. After a few weeks, I had even started feeling comfortable around Galinda. Kind of. Boq informed me of his crush on her, which apparently went away very quickly. I wanted to believe him, but I just thought he was saying that because he knew she freaked me out. Boq had even given me the courage to make another friend, Nessarose, who was so sweet. Of course, there was also this very inconvenient feeling in my chest whenever I saw Boq. It was getting to be very annoying. So, like most of my life’s issues, I ignored it. I was not about to mess up my strongest college friendship over stupid, most likely one-sided feelings. 

“Boqqqqqqq.” I ran up to him outside in the courtyard. 

“Whatttttttttt.” He drew the word out to match me. 

“I’ve been looking for you!” I smiled, “What do you think about the new guy? Fiyero. It makes so much sense he’s a prince!” 

“A prince?” He grimaced, “I don’t know if it fits him.”

“What do you mean? He’s so charismatic, it’s scary.”

“He’s okay I guess.” 

“Are you going to the thing tonight at the Oz Dust ballroom?”

“Are you?” He blurted out. 

“I think it’s more of a date thing.”

“Do you want to go through?” 

“Yeah, kind of.”  There it was. That stupid feeling in my chest.

“I could take you…” He stammered over the words like tripping on molasses. 

“Really?” I lit up. 

“As friends.” 

My shoulders sunk, “of course…” 

That Night, the OzDust 

Music exploded from every corner of the room. It was piercing. I held myself together. Couples in lavished gowns and suits danced under the watery glow. Ever since earlier that day when Boq corrected this to be a friend’s date, something was off between us. We had hardly spoke on the way over. When I saw Galinda looking ever so enchanting in her dress with Fiyero, I worried Boq was off because he wished he was there with her. I couldn’t blame him, she was the light of every room she was in and I was just… there. 

I was determined to still have fun. Even if all the people and the loud music was wearing me down. I danced next to Boq yet he seemed to zone out, like he was somewhere else. I frowned. 

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah, I’m fine…” 

“Maybe we should take a break. Get some fresh air.” 

“(Y/N)” He turned to me suddenly, “there’s something that’s been weighing on me, I need to tell you-“

Before Boq could finish a man stepped out of the crowd and took me by the hand,

“May I have a dance lovely?”

He was a guy I had seen around Shiz and in Dr Dillamond’s class. He was broad, always brooding and gave me a bad vibe. Still, he had never spoken to me at length in any sinister way. He had never spoken to me at lengh once so ever. There was a chilling ache in my head under his gaze, I blamed it on me just being too anxious for my own good.  

“Oh sorry. I’m okay.”  I smiled polite as possible.

“Come on. You’re always so quiet. But I think you’re amazing. I see the real you.” 

Dread ate away at my composure. The music seemed to blare into me like a siren.

"It's a party, you should dance with someone fun."

Did I lead this guy on in some way? I don’t want him to hate me. There are so many people around… I don’t want to cause a scene. He touched my shoulder. His hands were so cold. 

“They said no.” Boq corrected his voice a light in my growing panic.

"Come on, man. They're not your partner or anything. Let me have a shot."

Boq shoved away the guy and put himself between me and him. 

"Stay away from them." Boq spoke the words with a bitterness I had never seen from him.

People began looking at us, whispering. I couldn’t handle it. All those eyes. I ran out of the room without thinking. 

It’s okay. It’s okay. I breathed in and out. 

“(Y/N)!” A familiar voice called. Boq. 

“I’m sorry,” beyond my control, tears poured down my face, “I shouldn’t have ran like that.”

“What do you need?” he was sweet, low, gentle.

“Just air, I’ll be ok.” 

“Let’s sit.” He led me to a soft patch of moonlight. I felt safe again. We sat for a few minutes, watching the world go by. It made me think, think about what really mattered. I couldn't let this moment pass me by.

“Boq. I need to tell you something.”

“Anything. Anything from you.”

“I like you, like as more than just friends.” 

“Are you serious?” his eyes were big and round like he was going through heart attack. Oz, did I send him into shock?

“I’m sorry! It’s silly. I just needed to tell you.”  I turned away, "Forget I said it."

“No. It’s not. I like you, like really like you (Y/N).  Since I’ve been at Shiz, I feel the happiest when I’m with you, like I can really be myself.” 

"I feel that way with you to." I grinned, warmth flooding my body.

"Can I kiss you?" His face was as red as his hair. It was adorable, handsome, all the good things! And it was for me.

I sprung forward and planted my lips on his. He was melted honey. And I was more than just a friend.

"I am so glad you couldn't keep your face out of that book..."

[finelinevogue]

attention, please

summary - az wants attention and you just want to read

word count: -1k

a/n: just fluff my friends, kinda suggestive language but nothing r rated

You were quite content, sitting quietly in bed with your new romance novel, until he decided that wasn’t okay.

For a midweek day it had been relatively quiet around Windhaven. Feyre was at her art studio, Rhys providing her “company”. Nessa and Cassian were “training” and who knows what Mor, Amren and Emerie were doing. Azriel had dropped off some food for Cassian, per the Warlord’s request, and had come back to try and find you.

You’d spent the most part of the day hidden away in the library, with your new novel - completely captivated between the pages. However, when Az had gone to see Cassian you had moved to the comfort of your shared bedroom, with Az, for a more relaxing reading spot.

That’s where Az had now found you, laying on the bed on your front with your book before you, twirling your legs in the air.

“There you are.” Az announced himself, as if he’d been looking millennia for you. Well, technically that had also happened.

“Here I am.” You smiled at him, before returning to your book.

“No greeting kiss for me?” He asked, wandering from the door to you.

“Well you’re all the way over there.” You exaggerated.

Suddenly Azriel appeared next to you, climbing on the bed to the side of you. Before you could speak, he had placed his strong arms on either side of your head and manoeuvred his body so he was hovering over yours.

“Az.. What…” You laughed, before getting cut off his Azriel’s lips on the side of your neck.

His body pressed against yours and you could feel every hard part of his body. Some parts incredibly harder than others. His body never crushed yours though. It was a challenge for him to not completely let himself lay on you and focus on really providing you pleasure.

“Now I’m all the way over here.” He said, kissing your exposed neck some more and more and more.

“You…” You struggled to focus on the words on your page.

“I?”

You pushed your body up so it completely pressed against Az’s. He groaned against the place between your shoulder and neck and the small vibrations made you smile with delight.

“I’m reading. Go away, you pest.” You laughed, trying to push him away with the force of your hips since your hands were protecting your book at all costs. Your book came before all else. Your beloved.

“I’m certainly not going away if you keep pushing up into me like that, now, am I?” He rhetorically asked, biting down on the skin on your neck to mark you.

“Azzz…” You whined.

“Y/NNNN.” He replied with the same tone.

“I wanna read.” You pouted, flumping back down on the bed. You laughed when Azriel completely flopped down on top of you, making your slightly winded from the heavy Illyrian force. “You bastard.”

“I love you too.” He kissed your neck again. Once, twice and then a third.

“You’re so annoying.” You laughed, not being able to actually bring yourself to be mad with him.

“Is it so wrong of me to want to love on my mate? Hm?”

“It is when your mate is reading. Everyone knows to never come between a girl and her book.” You explained, dropping your book on the floor after you’d slipped the bookmark between the pages. The bookmark that Az had gotten you as a gift.

“Do you love the males in your books more than me?” He asked, his face still tucked between your neck and shoulder. One of his hands was tracing the skin on your arm lightly, making your eyes flutter closes with relax.

“I’ll never love anyone more than I love you. I promise.” You turned your head to the side and was met with his face close to yours. You saw a slight smile on his face, his dark curls falling slightly over his eyes.

“Good.” He smiled more before leaning in to kiss your lips this time and you gladly met him in the middle.

[nerdanel01]

for love is strong as death

Emmrich x F!Rook | 34k+wc | Chapters: 4/? 

Latest Chapter: Chapter 4 - To Antiva, To Treviso

There was no respite, even here, in the tingling light-limbed pleasure of the fizzante’s embrace. For in the corner of the bar, a soprano was singing Antivan repertoire, and Agnes recognized it within a few notes: the Countess’ aria from the Marriage of Figaro.

“O Love, ease my pain; console me in my sorrow, Give my beloved back to me, or else let me die.”

…how she had loved that night with him. How uncharacteristically drunk Emmrich had become at the fizzante bar afterwards! How he had leaned on her for support the whole walk back to the Necropolis (her arm wound about his waist, his body warm and half-collapsed against hers) calling her ‘Nessa,’ sweetly. 

And then, outside his cell, how he had stood and swayed on the spot… how Agnes had thought, for a single heart-rending moment, that he might have been about to kiss her.

But no one and nothing could bring Emmrich back to her now; and Agnes did not have the luxury to die of her sorrow and thus, passing through it, transcend and escape it.

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