From Nothyng Came a SpoonI.From Nothyng Came a Spoon
"You take too long." growled a voice from the cellar. Milo didn't respond. He knew better than that. There was no point in arguing with Alva; she always had the last word.
It was terribly boring, doing the errands, but 'boring' described his whole life. Even though he was a member of a criminal gang, he had never actually committed any crimes. He opened the cellar door with his free hand and descended the short flight of stairs. "Did you bring my ale?" asked Victor, a tall, thin man with his legs propped up on the table.
"Yes, I brought your ale." grumbled Milo as he placed a flask on the table.
A lo
Moo.
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"He shifted his weight and his trousers disappeared as if by magic!"
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