It was filled with sopping lichens and green benches too slimy to sit upon. Here was a poor half-naked creature, with a straw crown on his head, and a wooden sceptre in his hand, seated on the ground with all the dignity of a monarch on his throne. When he saw, his roars could be heard across the lagoon. ” “Well”—her breath failed her for a moment. With thinly veiled glee, Michelle described a rumor she had heard about John at a recent party.
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