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ponderings of another sort
A thousand and forty-seven years. Congratulations, my dear mundane, you have accomplished another feat of simple mathematics.
You do realize this means you now owe me a millenia's worth of birthday presents, yes? Sending me to these new places does not count.
You do realize this means you now owe me a millenia's worth of birthday presents, yes? Sending me to these new places does not count.
