Alas, dear reader, I must confess to an affliction most vexing – a penchant for prose so lavishly adorned, it would make even the most flamboyant of courtiers blush. My quill dances across the parchment, leaving in its wake a trail of words so exquisitely embroidered, they threaten to smother the very essence of meaning beneath their tasseled finery. Each sentence unfurls like a resplendent…
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