I am yours for the making over. Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples, for I am sick of love. She gaped at its keep, at least ten feet tall, a frightening gray coffin turned upright. After that night she made it a habit. Fly! they shall knock me on the head—curse 'em!—before they shall touch you.
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