The Food Hall Prophet.
One day I hope that I might earn enough money to be able to buy a mail order bride. For now I can only afford to be one.
Lonely at the top hey? Must be better than being overcrowded like the rest of us down here at the bottom.
It isn’t hard to understand your absurdist philosophy. Stumbling, aimless, hands behind your back. Belly swollen and pointing the direction to go. Oh yes the food hall prophet and his thirty nine thieves. Only a dollar for a bag of pre fabricated grape seeds.
Kind Regards,
H.W Bones
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