Musashi Sez:
When pertee grey an fluffee Zora lookd at me across the taybl, I felt mai mouft go dry. (Yah, I noe whut yu’r thingkin, “Cat got yer tong? Hnrf, hnrf!” Veree amooyzin.)
In fact, tho, I got maiself so nervoused that I cudn’t eevn talk. I cud not thingk whut to sae.
The sylins went on ferevr.
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