Les Vieux Livres Moisis: The static must hangs quietly in the air, redolent of a Jimbocho atheneum, the unfurley days at the Little ILL, or local lodge repositories.
Mélange d’Armstrong: The acrid tang wafts through the Wicewudu greenery as brothers Cozzolino, Malinconico, and Scarlatti wave their ordnance in reconstitution of Conquête de l’Ouest. Obvious warnings are acknowledged with a knowing shrug.
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