The bounty so much delighted mine host, that he ran to fill the stirrup-cup (for which no charge was ever made) from a butt yet charier than that which he had pierced for the former stoup.
They had courtside seats.
Secured with ballast of repartee, we drifted past murky, shallow waters of literary knawvshawl and found ourselves navigating a course I can't recall we ever traversed.
thought about vibe checking god by just straight up dying.
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