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I am here quoting a lovely little declaration I heard in the halls quite recently:
I DO NOT FANCY YOU.
...Yes, you do, you silly little man. I know it, he knows it, you know it, and now the rest of the Barge knows it.
Now -- with that out of the way, what is all this delightful talk of evisceration that I've been reading about on the journals lately? Am I seeing things? Or has one of my more willful nymphs of prose leaped from the page and graced our humble prison in the flesh?
I DO NOT FANCY YOU.
...Yes, you do, you silly little man. I know it, he knows it, you know it, and now the rest of the Barge knows it.
Now -- with that out of the way, what is all this delightful talk of evisceration that I've been reading about on the journals lately? Am I seeing things? Or has one of my more willful nymphs of prose leaped from the page and graced our humble prison in the flesh?
