Now this dayback, ate one right in the fuckin' heart. Lady or Landgravine or something. I didn't get a chance to ask, as ya might imagine. ...What, you think I did her? Swear on the Weaver, I had nothin' to do with it. Anyway, buy anything an' I throw in the surcoat. Not like I can sell it with claret all over.
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