One stoat, one weasle, one backpack, one mercanary and one Pluralist with nothing to say. Call out the inspirations, they’ve got nothing under their thumbs. they are beatific and transmogrified and they sit like roses on top of mountains. Also, why not go to Germany or Australia in the fall? There maybe a box containing magic items waiting there for you. Did you ever think of that? Green-tea-Joshua, unwittingly, evoked the summer solstice. AIl the yellow and orange flowers fell like warm, loving snow, covering us with their happy profusion.
THE HAIRDRESSERS 2
Tony Chapman
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