Some sweaty, rotund man, with a scab on his forehead just walked into the office and thumbed through my Moleskine planner, huffing:
"Lemme see, Ah gawt wun jus lahk that...Oh, I thot it wus a Kang James Bahble."
LITTLE DID YOU KNOW IT'S MY DEBAUCHEROUS BOOK OF BLASPHEMY!
Turned right to the date on which I've agreed to have mojitos and gratuitous sex with the devil.
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