"Oh my god," Autor moans, covering his face with his hands. "Oswin, I love you, but there are some things that need not ever enter my mind, please, and that is one of them. It will remain there forever, I hope you know."
He peeks between his fingers. "Oh, good. Someone stole all of our oxen. Wonderful."
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He peeks between his fingers. "Oh, good. Someone stole all of our oxen. Wonderful."