Chapter 3: Verses 1-9 1: in that place where i think, there are swans, and in the dead of night their cygnets are nailed flat to a ‘no guns’ sign. 2: as custom dictates an outcry ensues, as people discuss how disgusted they are and then they take lunch. 3: there are witch hunts, petitions […]
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