I spread the papyrus across my table and see four words. I know the fifth must be conjectural.
Today I am the strongest man in the kingdom. Strength is a proposition.
So many clouds of dust are behind these words.
I spread the papyrus across my table and see four words. I know the fifth must be conjectural.
Today I am the strongest man in the kingdom. Strength is a proposition.
So many clouds of dust are behind these words.
How out of it am I? I read “Crips” and thought of the gang.
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