Since I drank, I crossed the border, sad fate.
Not harmless is a reckless heart.
Lavish the lion's feast you fashioned, many the hostile spears you routed.
When all fell back, you leapt to attack.
Were it wine, the blood of those you speared, for three years, for four,
a huge store for your steward, which you would decrease
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Devin is on the way to Chicago at the moment, with some sort of evening ETA. Want me to send a text?
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If you're the kid with the pickup truck who almost lost that sweet vest at Soul Veg, we have indeed met. I think we went over to my mom's house or something a million years ago. I was going by a different name then.
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