*enter REEDY & CONFIDANT, in discussion.*
C: And ye did buy her mids?
R: Not all at once, but when I was without my druthers, I'd get ounces of shake from her.
C: You say it was Witches Mids?
R: S'truth. The Middest Mids she dealt
*Falstaff, entering*
F: To her, weak smoke's an old friend!
*SCENE*
add a skeleton here at some point
19 days ago