anemoia // r.j.p

anemoia // r.j.p

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"There's an old Native American quote. It goes something like, the warrior is not someone who fights, but someone who sacrifices himself for the good of others." "How drunk are you right now?" _ anemoia - n. nostalgia for a time you've never known. _ This fanfic may not be reproduced, reposted, copied, or translated in any way unless you receive permission directly from the author.
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