Lost last Saturday between twenty and thirty shillings they that have found it please to leave it heare there is five shillings reward by Wm. Roberts that goeth with a Donkey with many thanks
He stood in the evening on the street in the haze of rain-flecked light. The backfire of a fucked moto cracked like a gunshot, but he did not flinch from it.
That it be not damageable vnto your royall maiestie.
Here, at least once a month, the slans from Michigan gathered for sneak previews of forthcoming WARPS, to criticise some Rappian manuscript which Art was polishing for pro submission, or to talk about various subjects as fans are wont to do, and drink beer, pop, consume beans, dogs, chips, or eclairs.
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