Now, in this decadent age the art of fire-making had been altogether forgotten on the earth. The red tongues that went licking up my heap of wood were an altogether new and strange thing to Weena.
I ordered two dozen doughnuts.
“Speaking of loyalty…” I give Shit a nasty side-eye but he only pants at me, eyes slightly glazed. That’s when I realize his lipstick is all the way out. “Hey, stop turning my dog on,” I tell Mac.
...and thus draw out all the unwholesome Air and Stench, which does more harm than any Physick can repair.
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