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The Twelfth of March, in the Year of Our Lord, 1521 - Late Morning
That bastard Fitzroy! I shall enjoy one day seeing his Daddy stiffle his snobbish rantings. Do read what he didst leave for me in my Guest Musings! I can just hear Nan and me now when we were in New Market this past autumn chanting "Fitzroy is a poufter! Fitzroy is a poufter!" HA HA!! The look he didst shoot at us when reciting our mantra were absolutely priceless. Ah, were I able, I wouldst package it up and sell it for a generous profit. I be still too amused for further comment. |
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