Yeh, the guy may have had a patron and he just got off the bus and saw his guy wearing a snapbrim pulled low anxiously awaiting the tattered ledgers at which point a black and white cat and a brown dog ran by spinning him backward into the path of oncoming traffic and he was smashed flatter than a dime by a little old lady who only drove on Saturday morning and kept it garaged the rest of the week and the precious fragments unregarded were scattered to the six winds of Legendaria. And then there's DT just popping by with wellwishes; took a few pix of Lefevers; lived in the Midwest. Hmm.
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