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FalkinPAAAWNCHOnce was enough.
The other of it I made a bopping myself - down to the turf.
I reached to my Sword on my Back, Handle at my Neck, pulling it out.
There was no Gleen on it from the light of day. It’s own modern sheen reflected shadow to earth - that it’s Blade not Economical.
One side sharp, to a broad Tip. The other sude from there ridged, sharp, as a spine nearly towards the handle. A piece of Rope through the pommel of the handle’s hole.
“I’m not a bitch, Bitch” I say.
She haughts, points her scythe to her two cohorts, in a scything manner of cutthroat, then begins a pace to me.
She bellowed in strait “I was not going to let you live to know!”
The other of it I made a bopping myself - down to the turf.
I reached to my Sword on my Back, Handle at my Neck, pulling it out.
There was no Gleen on it from the light of day. It’s own modern sheen reflected shadow to earth - that it’s Blade not Economical.
One side sharp, to a broad Tip. The other sude from there ridged, sharp, as a spine nearly towards the handle. A piece of Rope through the pommel of the handle’s hole.
“I’m not a bitch, Bitch” I say.
She haughts, points her scythe to her two cohorts, in a scything manner of cutthroat, then begins a pace to me.
She bellowed in strait “I was not going to let you live to know!”