i wanna tell you a story. ain't got no characters in it but me. i wanna sing you a sad song. most of it i don't expect you to believe. it starts off just the whiskey and wine, miles of travel and some real good times. but it ends in a dark corridor, and there ain't no windows and there ain't no doors.
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[ It's a shame that Brady isn't wholly fluent in Severa or else he might keep her from lashing out every few seconds. Maybe. ]
Gods, I haven't even had a chance to go on the shopping trip of a lifetime and you're already speaking as if I'm last week's mutton!