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“You died in my kitchen, Alana, when you chose to be brave. Every moment since is borrowed. Your wife, your child, they belong to me. We made a bargain for Will’s life, and then I spun you gold.”
–
Hannibal Lecter to Alana Bloom (via radical-desires)
–me, two years ago
(via 22drunkb)
Also note: ALANA’S FIRSTBORN CHILD.
*shakes 22drunkb‘s hand*
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