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There's so much Merriment in here, it's like I had shot an arrow of Cupid himself!
Once, after a night of particularly jubilant celebration, I fashioned some wings out of canvas upon a wood frame. I sat in a tree, wearing a loincloth of freshly sheared sheep's wool and attempted to propel my Joyfulness through the land with arrows of a Heart-Shaped head.
My first arrest warrants were issued that very same day. Curses!
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