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Summoneyy patiently unearthed Fairbanks’s whole miserable history for Blaedy, who had skipped the reading and was immediately grateful to have it delivered in a sensible parcel. There is a useful division of labour among us: one reads, one asks, and the rest discover they have known a tragic witness chiefly by an indecent nickname.
Arrowyy called it a childhood mystery solved, then admitted he and I had made exactly the same fool’s remark at an age when a man ought perhaps to have learned restraint. Blaedy maintained that it remains funny. She is right, unfortunately.
Arrowyy intends to carry the joke into old age. I expect the Scarlet halls will outlast several kingdoms, and so will that particular stupidity.