Mr. Fickett
wreaking of death and aging syphillitic skin, came into the store today for his monthly visit. His breath exudes the stench of pure disease, if youve never smelt disease i cant explain the smell... its different and wretched. I dont know if his teeth are yellow from not brushing or because of the diseased breath lapping over them 26000 times a day. Despite all his wretchedness, I am fond of him. I just cant stand too closely when I listen to his stories. Today we discussed rubies, papillon, and diamonds.
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