Stuff your sorries in a sack and give 'em to somebody who gives a crap cause sure as shit ain't me.
Cleaving the air with bloodstroke upon bloodstroke, Jarl made his bitter steel sing.
The carpenter […] marketh it out with a line; he fitteth it with planes.
To see the world and folk that went forby, […]
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