Slanderer, a taste that doesn’t leave your tongue alone. Carpenter, illuminate the labyrinth beneath my home. Oh Deirdre, that’s the trouble with you, you are drawn to the bottom
I’m a simple man from where the Alanthis grow, and I’ll carry my choice til the Horse advances on my window. So peddler, won’t you take it down the block?

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