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Attention Citizens!
Thank you to those who have forwarded messages
wishing me and my family well.
Last night as I was tucking the little Charlatans into bed
I heard a scratching sound at the door. The dastardly shallots have
been once more replaced with garlic and seem to be doing their job.
Nonetheless I spent the night guarding the door with a crossbow
in one hand and bar-b-que tongs in the other. I don't know if
I can handle another sleepless night. Running by day and
guarding by night.
Will there ever be an end to this madness?
Yours from the Underground
Charlatan
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"My hands are on fire. Hands are on fire. Ain't got no more time for all you charlatans and liars."
- Old Man Luedecke
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