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# ¿ May 15, 2024 05:22 |
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she's mine, you scallywags |
# ¿ May 7, 2015 17:34 |
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He placed the silver-studded sword in Odysseus’ hands with a burst of warm words: “Farewell, stranger, sir— if any remark of mine gave you offense, may stormwinds snatch it up and sweep it off! May the gods grant you safe passage home to see your commode— you’ve been so far from loved ones, suffered so!” |
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