Dionysus gave a great mournful sign, and rummaged within the depths of his robe. "I see an empty chair at the table. And by the window, a single crutch, long-abandoned." His hand emerged from his robe gripping a forty-ounce bottle of malt liquor, which, with great solemnity, he poured out onto the stage beside him.
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timeasmymeasure
Re: Stave 3
Date: 2012-01-14 10:15 pm (UTC)