Mal slept like a rock, which wasn't vexin' in the slightest. Lately he'd been having a time gettin' shut-eye all proper-like, so sleepin' the whole e'enin' through was a gorram relief.
Stirrin', he sits up on his bed n' stretches. Today's goin' t' be a mighty fine day; he's got a feelin'. Mayhap, he thinks, today'll e'en be the day when
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