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Random Messages 16: This Thread Is A Cursed Mall Area with Tables

What is your favorite curse?


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in the past, when you were no more than a baby, your father brought his young wife and you to this cottage. they were a lovely couple, but not lovely neighbors. You see, your mother was with child and she developed an unusual appetite; she admired my beautiful garden and she told your father that what she wanted more than anything, in the world, was greens, greens, nothing but greens, parsley, peppers, cabbages and celery, asparagus, and watercress, and fiddleferns, and lettuce. He said, "All right", but it wasn't, quite, 'cause I caught him in the autumn in my garden one night. He was robbing me, raving me, rooting through my rutabaga, raiding my arugula and ripping up the rampion, my champion! My favorite! I should have laid a spell on him right there, I could have turned him into stone. Or a dog. Or a chair. But I let him have the rampion I'd lots to spare. In return, however, I said, "Fair is fair, you can let me have the baby that your wife will bear and we'll call it square"
 
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