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~ can I help you? "... I'm looking for a good fire..." ~ do you require a crackle in one? it dawned on the DongKey that a hotkee was a tease who pleased a long time love ago and she "...loves a long time..." but only when time is right you'll know ~ tugs a bow what color of light asked the merchant giving his mule a stare she wasn't quite sure how his mullet was to fair near the kind of fire that she has to ware his request was ... difficult so she became in sync to think in the thick of it a quick assault on the fabric he was in and the assessment returned as determined it had a rub in his eyes real thin is what she saw... ~ please do come again was all she could say "... drop n' strip my collars red!...." she obliges ripe and did where he lead describing it right yet not giving in to his need... ~ I have much to do I'll be back to you in a while indeed "...Rocinante! it's time we leave! the merchant is busy with much to weave!" his pride untied she could see it hair undone with it's color unfit for that knight nothing more she could do for in this was a knot to be a naughty time... ~ he'll come to see "knygt erraunte" she could hear him say as he and his donkey made way... "... green..." she scribbles for an order of thread one thousand one for the embers bed... he wants a girdle the color of red... and a rope to pull his mule... a tassel for his teir by the time of Yule... ~ The Merchant made a note of it here shes ahead of the game ~ and he returns a year