As the ship gently rocked and the sun rose into the sky, miriamele paced and thought- surely there must be some way to be bold without being stupid, to be resilient with- out becoming malleable and yielding as candle wax.
However, something had to be done to find out what gordian was up.
London had several million souls, recall, not to mention seafaring crews. But i have pity for your hurts, have pity on.
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