one time, i had a dream that my cousin harold put on his barrister's robes and wrote a treatise on virtue. this was quite amusing, because most of the time that he's been in court he has been the accused. besides, when he came to visit last summer, i think he stole a portion of my silverware collection (on the day he left town).
my pet fish, bubbles said he must be trying to show off for his fiancée, mathilde. he said the french tend to enjoy intellectual types and profound thinking.
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