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"I have selective memories, Crystal. You know how I feel about you. Don't make me duel it out here in the Shire. I swear that I will win the battle," Cordelia threatened, narrowing her soft blue eyes to slits.
Her fingers twitched painfully upon the countertop as if wanting to reach for her sword. There was only one thing stopping her. A vow that she had made to a man that she had held dear and to an unborn child that would have been hers.
"You killed him. You took away the child. You were the reason and I swear that if you ever step out of line once again I will be there to stop you. Mark my words, Crystal Heart. You will not do the same thing that you did to Arthur."
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