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"Oh, alright," I say to Alinea. "A drunk I may be *hic* but that doshn't mean I have no *hic* no shkillsh."
I hobble over to a table, throw my pack on it, open it up and pull out some tattered parchment and sticks of coal.
"Who wantsh a drawring?"
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 The art of a first rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposing thoughts in mind at the same time while still retaining the ability to function.
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