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A flutter of wardom, collected over a thousand years, in the pal his battle and saving his world And all I have to do is turn off those negative thoughts that make , then do so appears before me and my brittle hope starts to wane Self-doubt returns "No! I believe in me!" With a quick look around, I thrust outfor a cup of coffee, even suspend hts

And then I s, cootto my feet, I frantically look around, ready to overturn everything in the tree for a chance at so near the fire at the center of the tree, tucked between two logs

"O free I breathe in the familiar dark scent, a small piece of heaven, and then venture to take a sip

It tastes perfect Completely, utterly perfect and fillsit up like Gole, I take a moment to worship my favorite drink

"My precioussssssssssss!" I say inso me, I look towards the entrance of the tree "Justahcoffee" E and clutch it to my chest

Westley is back, one eyebrow lifted in either curiosity or confusion, a hooded for," I reply

He doesn't seem to know exactly how to take that either "May we enter?"

"You're the captor" Clearing my throat, I sit down and breathe in the scent of coffee For the first ti here, I feel a little less out of place, though thoroughly hu to believe in - or at least not doubting - myself, I was able to use the medallion The happy war

So this is what self-confidence feels like

The tension of Westley's face fades for a split second before he moves into the tree trunk The person with hi cloak in the kingdom's earthy brown