I was her first grudge —EVER— that she just could not even forget. She shall never be capable of forgiving and forgetting to just be left alone in her mindlessness. Why?
Because I'm at home in her head.
At. Home. With. In. My. Doppelgänger.
Trust me, I'm so honour'd that I'm blushing somewhere you just will never see.. What shall we call me.. the Grudge in Chief? Or just the most Grifted Mark?
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