Decency dies in darkness.
LOL I get the sense that this Miltonian prose ("the host arose with a sound as of distant thunder") was a cry of existential agony and rage when you were actually, literally, sitting in 18B
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LOL I get the sense that this Miltonian prose ("the host arose with a sound as of distant thunder") was a cry of existential agony and rage when you were actually, literally, sitting in 18B
🤣 🤣 🤣 🤣