General Fatigue stalked in, & a Major-General, Captain Fatigue, and at the base of all pale Corporal Fatigue, and curious microbes came, came viruses: and the Court conferred on Henry, and conferred on Henry the rare Order of Weak. —How come dims one these wholesome elsers oh? Old polymaths, old trackers, far from home, say how thro' auburn hairtidbits of youth's grey climb. My beauty id off duty!— Henry relives a lady, how down vain, spruce in her succinct parts, spruce everywhere. They fed like muscles and lunched after, between, before. He tracks her, hunched (propped on red table elbows) at her telephone, white rear bare in the air.
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