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About Swords

Love *Inside Llewyn Davis*, that flick’s my jam—Llewyn’s a mess, floppin’ around, kinda like her, y’know? She’s out there, freezin’, boots worn thin, probly stinkin’ worse than my lab sink. “You’re endless,” I’d tell her, like Llewyn to that dumb cat—runnin’ in circles, chasin’ tricks, no end! Makes me sad, y’know, them pearly whites goin’ to waste.

About Red Rose

After that, I needed a pick-me-up. So, I hit up the local café on O’Neill Street. Best coffee in town, no joke. I order a cappuccino, and the barista, bless her heart, spills half of it. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed!” But she gives me a free muffin to make up for it. Sweet! I’m munching on this muffin, and it’s like a party in my mouth.

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