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When we last left our foul-breathed hero, he was discovering the joys of blogging.
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| Yesterday I made first contact with a human female who did not run from me in fright. Nor was she disturbed by my panoply of eyes. | |
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| She said I had eyes like a syphilitic Argus.... | |
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| ....whose breath was like the rose of thanatos that blooms on cowpies. Wasn't that sweet? | |
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