Hildebrandt was doomed. Struck by an unseen velvet fist. It was as it was, when it was. Or might have been, if what was had been. A conundrum, wrapped in a lemon scented, moist towelette.
I control your destiny! I own you. You are slaves that will do my bidding! Now get me an [i]Oh Henry, sirrah![/i]
Safe Shooting!
Steve Redgwell
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