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Dear FanFiction Writers,
What the bloody fuck is SanSan?!
You think I would lie with the little bird. I can't say she would enjoy it.
I wouldn't marry the girl either. Lady Lannister has a husband already: her very own Lord Imp.
Besides, Littlefinger is the one with his beady little eyes on the girl. I'm sure he plans on using his littlefinger on her.
*guffaws*
Now, I don't give two shits about the Clegane name, but I've had enough of hearing this horse shit.
I am not some charming, beautiful, loving knight.
I am no Knight. I am the Hound.
I am an animal who is nothing more than a sword that kills. A weapon in chain-mail. I am no pretty little prince with silken lordly clothes.
You lot are madder than the bloody Targaryens if you think that.
I gutted my first man aged 12. You'd better hope you can run faster than that butchers boy if you want to live.
Your useless lives depend on it.
Sincerely, Sandor Clegane.
P.S. Fuck the King!
*gulps ale*
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