Conversation’s Lack

The Millicent Rose Dining Saloon was full, or almost at Max Capacity, with the usual array of in situ bastards and sly, wiry gabardine strangers who buttoned-up onehanded and caused a mild ruckus in the borderline unusual gripes of their later evenings.

“Per se, this is just to…say, that is.”

“What or where was your order, fella?”




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