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Ghost Prince of Cardolan
Join Date: Jan 2004
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Gil gives the intruder the cold shoulder
‘I told you I didn’t want to be bothered! No, I don’t want any eggs and ham to go along with my ale! Just leave me be . . .’ Gil hunched down closer over his mug. He was in the midst of some rather melancholic thoughts, having a ‘pity-party’ as his sister would say. He wasn’t used to things not going the way he’d planned. And especially when it involved a lass he’d had his eye on. He twitched his shoulders in irritation, hoping whoever was behind him would take the hint and go away.
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