It's like patchwork, like a warm snug quilt. I am beginning to see the pattern. And as I trace the shape with my fingertips I see the pattern form into a picture. The picture is of a servant serving his master with joy. The servant's ear is pierced, cut through with an awl, a sign that he will be his master's slave for life.... by choice. But oh! I
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You're the shizz in my mizz.
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