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“What curious flamboyant floetry”, said the temperamental Mr. Phinty Snicklefritz between mouthfuls of cronut, as the lute played icicle chimes amidst a kerfuffle of cuticles and blather.

I’m sure you want to know the rest of what happened to Mr. Phinty Snicklefritz as much as I do, but we’ll leave his story for another time. It’s been quite awhile since I have had an inclination to write anything blog like, either due to external obstaculature, or internal…