Come closer to the fire. You must be cold what with your dress falling off. I know I am, being shirtless and all. Are the horses bothering you? Just keep calling Wildfire. Eventually they'll go away.
"I was kissing her so tenderly, but woe is me, who would have guessed her family crest I'd suddely spy tattooed on her thigh and son-of-a-gun it's just like the one on me"
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