He found himself wanting to write poetry about how her blue eyes were like starlight and her hair like night, because "night" and "starlight" rhymed, but he had a feeling the poem wouldn't turn out that well.
Cassandra ClareDo you miss Wales?โ Tessa inquired. Will shrugged lightly. โWhatโs to miss? Sheep and singing,โ he said. โAnd the ridiculous language. Fe hoffwn i fod mor feddw, fyddai ddim yn cofio fy enw.โ โWhat does that mean?โ โIt means โI wish to get so drunk I no longer remember my own name,โ Quite useful.
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