WHILE I’M GONE, DREAM ME THE W O R L D.
“That makes it worse, man. You really are just his lapdog.”
There wasn’t even a tiny part of Ronan that was stung by this statement. When Ronan thought of Gansey, he thought of moving into Monmouth Manufacturing, of nights spent in companionable insomnia, of a summer searching for a king, of gansey asking the Gray Man for his life. B r o t h e r s.
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