Fiona, my rock, huge help. Has all the best qualities of her mother, except she’s not a raging psycho bitch.
Lip, smart as a whip. Straight “A”s and the honor roll. Boy’s definitely going somewhere.
Ian, industrious, conscientious, ambitious, incredible work ethic. Don’t have a clue where he got that from. Wants to be a paratrooper. Knows how to disembowel an enemy with a roll of dimes and an old gym sock.
Carl. Uh, I don’t really know that much about Carl. Oh, loves animals. Always dragging home some poor stray he found, taking them up to his room.
Ah, Debbie. Sent by God, total angel. Raises money for UNICEF year-round, some of which she actually turns in.
Sokcho, 2014 | by Andrew Jayanta Friedman
“We’ll go back to the cave,” he said.” You’re not going to die, Ygritte. You’re not.”
“Oh.” Ygritte cupped his cheek with her hand. “You know nothing, Jon Snow,” she sighed, dying.