Re: What the bloody hell kind of plan is THIS??

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: : Miz Sassy/Miz Voyant,

: : Lord, but I'm glad to find you; I'm plumb froze and so tard I c'ld sleep 'till April.  It mortally is cold and ain't nothin' to do but keep the fire roarin', eat a bait, and git somethin' hot inside o' you, like that hot buttered rum you offer'd. Hit'll sure be appreciated, ma'am.

: : An' I got the money to pay.  I'm an indentured serv'nt fer ole Miz Crone.  Her house ain't the best, nor is the pay, but I do got a coin fer some rum.

: : Thank you kindly, ma'am, and bless yer good heart.

: : Jeroboam Jones

: How many times I got ta tell ya not to eat the bait!  Get back to work you scurvy knave!
: Old Crone


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