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“I want to go now,” Griffith says petulantly. Uncaring whether Guts will accidentally hack off his arm, he marches up to him and takes possession of his elbow, thrilling at the way the muscles tense and bunch up. The wind stirs, and a cloud of dandelions drifts up between them, like God himself gave a violent sneeze.
From: For the Man Who Has Everything by Enisy
