Yes there is a coffee stain on
my hauberk and a tear in my
pennon, a
gap on my teutonic reference sheet.
I concede that the clipboard which I hold so
dear about me like a shield is cracked and in
a state of
disrepair.
But I will ride out true, seeking to be vassal to yet another
lord, as I
still need to find a job.
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