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Tyrion grabbed at his head and winced at the unbearable pain. He needed wine. Lots of wine. He approached a person in the streets of King’s Landing and did not even bother to look them in the eye. He was tired of looking up at people. Why couldn’t there be someone his own height for once? “Want to get a drink? I’ll pay.”
“What’s up with you?” Renzo eyed the other and sat down, getting himself his own drink.











