Eh? What? The Poet's Bed? Is he having sleeping problems? Maybe something wrong with the matress?
Oh, dear, he's dead. That is greivous indeed. I remember how much he used to hide out in the library, asking me for Poe, not Plath, and then I'd tell him not to chew gum indoors. He was sweet that way. Why would those dreadful wolves want to kill him? Maybe there's a mystery novel like this...I'll check back later in the DAY.
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