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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door—
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing more."
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door—
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing more."
Romulus blinked at Anna, then slowly shook his head. He had taken a step back, allowing him to look into her eyes. She was pouting? Or was that a scowl? He was going to ask, but she said he was taking him to the hospital wing. "Anna, let this be the one time I do this, but no. I'm not going." She was hugging him again, making him want to melt into her embrace, but he denied himself. She was going to try and drag him, he knew, so she pushed her away. Not hard, just hard enough to assert his denial. He turned away, then stalked off down the hall, doing everything in his power not to turn around and hug her. He felt like a total arsehole. He ended up in a sprint, hoping he wouldn't chase after him.
Wearing
Wearing
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted—Nevermore!
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted—Nevermore!