An enthusiastic mob will scrag me to a certainty the day war breaks out.
Thrice raught I with mine arms to accoll her
What appeared the same to us really wasn't. Every day was different, if we looked closely enough. Like the topiary tree that finally budded a rose after Terrence died: […]
The jelly was not yet set, but quite gluggy.
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