Amidſt thir highth of noon,
This ended, in prolonged solemn tones, like the continual tolling of a bell in a ship that is foundering at sea in a fog—in such tones he commenced reading the following hymn;(...)
We like the way they live, in their penthouselike surroundings filled with fake ferns and goldfish.
Shit happens; that's the way life is. In fact, I want you to take an additional thousand for your efforts.
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