"What good're your hands to fix your problems when you apparently have no clue how to use them?" Thal rolled his eyes and adjusted the shirt a bit before throwing his arms out. "There. All disguised. Let's go get us some smelly birds."
"Song dogs barking at the break of dawn, lightning pushes the edges of a thunderstorm; and these streets, quiet as a sleeping army, send their battered dreams to heaven."
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