Each swung cast-iron Enoch of Leeds stress clangs a forged music on the frames of Art, the looms of owned language smashed apart!
I left the house around 10 this morning.
[…] maybe two or three twenties, a dozen tens, and twenty or thirty fins. The rest is all aces and silver.
All that seems thine own, / Held by the tenure of his will alone.
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