Charles. Ain't my thing. Let alone king. Drunk, eating a scotch egg, its yoke dislodged from the sausage meats grip, flew, and landed just as his foot landed, walking to great me. Yokes on him, my teenage, intoxicated on their free spirits, even under age, bedraggled mind laughed.
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