2 thoughts on “What the Hell Were You Thinking Local Edition #3A: The Middle Finger of the MTA

  1. Bonjour, mademoiselle Zéphirine, What a pleasure to meet a fellow poet like yourself in here. Malheureusement, Arthur will be late tonight. He is in the infirmary, but I expect he’ll be along later on. No, don’t worry, just a very minor gunshot wound, probably something to do with that commotion in town earlier, around the gaol.

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