The hand that held the bond of so many jarring interests lay powerless beneath the pall. The perils of war had been about him, and the midnight assassin had watched his path; yet he died quietly in his bed.
More specifically, how do you find that lass who first induced priapic glee in the ol' fuzzy downbelows behind the bike sheds?
[…] women whom he feels his Afropunk musical tastes and skateboard transportation would otherwise drive away.
At this point a cock crew, and the youth jumped up hastily saying : 'Of course I shall ride with the king to the war, and if I do not return, take your violin every evening to the seashore and play on it, so that the very sea-kobolds who live at the bottom of the ocean may hear it and come to you.'
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