Twilight snuck upon us as a lobster does its pink fleshy prey, its pinchy pincers sneakin’ out in wispy streamers of cloud. Gaargh, we’d good
Me heart sank like a man wrapped in chain. Never more would me nights be brightened by the babbling banality of ‘Jabbery’ Jackigan Samuels. Oh
Tis the heart-wrenching tale of Ignatius’ first meeting with his father, on which occasion he is freed from the button-making bondage into which he’d been sold. Weep damn ye, weep for the poor lad.
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