Hey! It's Beltane Eve! Let's get started early!
Sure. I got my hair so delicately brushed out, I got stroked, oiled, taken to frustration's edge, let go, got put through it again, then the mullethead asked for help. . .from my mentor.
I'm surprised I survived. Nothing new. Just more drawn out, and more intense. And I was told it was going to happen again, starting in the late afternoon.
Do I look forward to it, or do I run like Hell to the next town before anyone gets up, and not come home again until tomorrow?
Oh, hey! I'll stay. And I'll get even another day. ;^)
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