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" Jonathan's eyes glistened as he told over the notes. It began to rain, a cold sweat of precipitation that was more sickly than refreshing. You. The stranger with a bow returned to his table. There was only one idea in his head now—to batter and bruise and crush this weakling, then cast him at the feet of his love-lorn wife. We'll lather him with mud, shave him with a rusty razor, and drench him with aqua pompaginis.
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