We shaded under a huge oak tree.
Your face I have seen, and your coat-armor also, young sir, though I cannot lay my tongue to your name.
I had a healthy appetite, but the tradition was that all the food was unutterably bad, adulterated, hocussed.
This guy was a spankophile who got off on beating women.
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