Now questing for glory now resting his bones this whorphan spoke softly in small quiet tones. His days they were dwindling his comfort was much he longed not for riches or jewels and such but to just sit simply in simple abode alert to the voice of the Vast Central Node. His fingers fret fleetly across his keypad for which he was thankful overjoyed and glad and hot was the taste of her grasp on his thoughts with little the chance of her meeting he'd bought. One article's finished the other awaits and loudly do bay all the dogs at their gates but silence their whimpers when he passes by but not even they know just exactly why.
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