"Let us walk through this windless city,
I'll go on till the winter gets me,
Oh, "sleep..." you wrote, "sleep, my dear",
In a letter somewhere."
Les Misérables- ‘Tim Burton-esque’ (Pt. 1 & 2)
Marvel at the near none-existence of Enjolras’ legs. Or practically everybody’s legs. The only person I gave a gun belt to was Gavroche, b/c frankly, he’s the only one that’s cool enough for one.
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