I like the way you shared it. The Wastrel, his eyes full of humorous evil, stood inside the room. From the further end of the apartment came the low music of a violin. ‘Jacques? You have done it? He is alive?’ ‘Oh, he’s alive, all right,’ confirmed the sergeant, putting the petrified Pottiswick—stockstill and staring in horror at the dagger—firmly out of his way and taking his place before Melusine. “Can you come out tonight?” “Um, sure, I guess.
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