when, too late awaking, well they kent / That their fayre guest was gone, they both begonne / To make exceeding mone, as they had been undonne.
Artists are bitchcakes anyway. My brother's girlfriend? She used to cut herself.
Artists are bitchcakes anyway.
My brother's girlfriend? She used to cut herself.
Several texts tell us, however, that when the owner was a minor, there is a remedy against the dolose slave.
At twilight in the summer there is never anybody to fear—man, woman, or cat—in the chambers and at that hour the mice come out. They do not eat parchment or foolscap or red tape, but they eat the luncheon crumbs.
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