While my relationship with Martha LeBlanc, nee Rossi, dated back to our play pen years and kindergarten days, lately we've hiked different paths, reducing our contact to Christmas cards and once a month phone calls.
I didn't press her as we entered Lauritzen Gardens, and strolled the paths of public Botanical Park.
There are two paths for you to follow: you become the Black God, or your sister and everyone else in the mortal realm dies.
"We all have our paths," Jule said.
She went to him, ducking out of the paths of a few Guardians.
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