In the kingdom of wiseacres wisdom is made captive property and all are automatic to be bewitched and involved in blind chasing and counter-chasing. So my sister’s wit chases me, my brother’s wit bites me and my friend’s wit barks at me since my wit makes them foolish. Some may be wistful wooer to one …
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