“”Anders!” Latham shouted. “Anders, talk to me.”
“Someone check his head…” Anders muttered, still bent over his saddle. Latham looked around in alarm- the words were slurred and made little sense. “People usually… only tell me to shut up.”
“You’re an idiot,” Latham choked out.”
It’s giving “how are you feeling, George?” “Saint-like.” “What?” “I’m holy, Fred.”
— Aug 16, 2026 06:35PM
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