The memories of our glories fade, and rot away into half-arsed anecdotes, thin and unconvincing as some other bastard's — Joe Abercrombie, Best Served Cold
The memories of our glories fade, and rot away into half-arsed anecdotes, thin and unconvincing as some other bastard's — Joe Abercrombie, Best Served Cold
The memories of our glories fade, and rot away into half-arsed anecdotes, thin and unconvincing as some other bastard's — Joe Abercrombie, Best Served Cold
The memories of our glories fade, and rot away into half-arsed anecdotes, thin and unconvincing as some other bastard's — Joe Abercrombie, Best Served Cold
The memories of our glories fade, and rot away into half-arsed anecdotes, thin and unconvincing as some other bastard's — Joe Abercrombie, Best Served Cold
The memories of our glories fade, and rot away into half-arsed anecdotes, thin and unconvincing as some other bastard's — Joe Abercrombie, Best Served Cold
The memories of our glories fade, and rot away into half-arsed anecdotes, thin and unconvincing as some other bastard's — Joe Abercrombie, Best Served Cold
The memories of our glories fade, and rot away into half-arsed anecdotes, thin and unconvincing as some other bastard's — Joe Abercrombie, Best Served Cold
The memories of our glories fade, and rot away into half-arsed anecdotes, thin and unconvincing as some other bastard's — Joe Abercrombie, Best Served Cold
The memories of our glories fade, and rot away into half-arsed anecdotes, thin and unconvincing as some other bastard's — Joe Abercrombie, Best Served Cold
The memories of our glories fade, and rot away into half-arsed anecdotes, thin and unconvincing as some other bastard's — Joe Abercrombie, Best Served Cold
The memories of our glories fade, and rot away into half-arsed anecdotes, thin and unconvincing as some other bastard's — Joe Abercrombie, Best Served Cold
The memories of our glories fade, and rot away into half-arsed anecdotes, thin and unconvincing as some other bastard's — Joe Abercrombie, Best Served Cold
The memories of our glories fade, and rot away into half-arsed anecdotes, thin and unconvincing as some other bastard's — Joe Abercrombie, Best Served Cold
The memories of our glories fade, and rot away into half-arsed anecdotes, thin and unconvincing as some other bastard's — Joe Abercrombie, Best Served Cold
The memories of our glories fade, and rot away into half-arsed anecdotes, thin and unconvincing as some other bastard's — Joe Abercrombie, Best Served Cold
The memories of our glories fade, and rot away into half-arsed anecdotes, thin and unconvincing as some other bastard's — Joe Abercrombie, Best Served Cold
The memories of our glories fade, and rot away into half-arsed anecdotes, thin and unconvincing as some other bastard's — Joe Abercrombie, Best Served Cold
The memories of our glories fade, and rot away into half-arsed anecdotes, thin and unconvincing as some other bastard's — Joe Abercrombie, Best Served Cold
The memories of our glories fade, and rot away into half-arsed anecdotes, thin and unconvincing as some other bastard's — Joe Abercrombie, Best Served Cold
The memories of our glories fade, and rot away into half-arsed anecdotes, thin and unconvincing as some other bastard's — Joe Abercrombie, Best Served Cold
The memories of our glories fade, and rot away into half-arsed anecdotes, thin and unconvincing as some other bastard's — Joe Abercrombie, Best Served Cold
The memories of our glories fade, and rot away into half-arsed anecdotes, thin and unconvincing as some other bastard's — Joe Abercrombie, Best Served Cold
The memories of our glories fade, and rot away into half-arsed anecdotes, thin and unconvincing as some other bastard's — Joe Abercrombie, Best Served Cold
The memories of our glories fade, and rot away into half-arsed anecdotes, thin and unconvincing as some other bastard's — Joe Abercrombie, Best Served Cold
The memories of our glories fade, and rot away into half-arsed anecdotes, thin and unconvincing as some other bastard's — Joe Abercrombie, Best Served Cold
The memories of our glories fade, and rot away into half-arsed anecdotes, thin and unconvincing as some other bastard's — Joe Abercrombie, Best Served Cold
The memories of our glories fade, and rot away into half-arsed anecdotes, thin and unconvincing as some other bastard's — Joe Abercrombie, Best Served Cold
The memories of our glories fade, and rot away into half-arsed anecdotes, thin and unconvincing as some other bastard's — Joe Abercrombie, Best Served Cold
The memories of our glories fade, and rot away into half-arsed anecdotes, thin and unconvincing as some other bastard's — Joe Abercrombie, Best Served Cold
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The memories of our glories fade, and rot away into half-arsed anecdotes, thin and unconvincing as some other bastard's lies. The failures, the disappointments, the regrets, they stay raw as the moments they happened.

— Joe Abercrombie, Best Served Cold
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