Tripped up by the Fruit of Another
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Lemons! I hate lemons! I despise lemons! I loathe lemons!
Look at this ankle! It has swolen to the size of an ogre pumpkin! All because I slipped on that blasted lemon rind! And now, here I am, mere malms from my destination in Vesper Bay, stuck on the side of the Sunway... because of a LEMON! You... wouldn't happen to be heading in that direction, now... would you? I could use a sturdy shoulder to lean upon. |