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| Brief? Surely Your Lordship jests. Anywiz, my vision unfolded as follows: It was many and many a year ago in a kingdom by the sea... | |
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| STOP! That's Edgar Allan Poe's "Annabelle Lee." First Bruce Lee and now Annabelle Lee. If Robert E. Lee shows up, I'll hang someone! | |
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| I plead forgiveness, Your Platitude, but I fear that the very yarn of time is coming unraveled. Wait, I misspeak. Perhaps the yarn of time is merely frayed with puffy edges while the interior remains | |
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| dutifully intact. Indeed, I'm reminding mineself of the time I conjured up those "sneakers" for the marathon runner. I forgot to place aglets on the end of his shoestrings, and the poor fellow-- | |
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| SILENCE!! Just tell me about your damned vision already. | |
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