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with his twitchy little ferret's face
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and ludicrous silver hair,
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I knew he wouldn't do.
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So the evening
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before Luthor was to propose to my sister,
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I got lost on my way back from my embroidery lesson
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and happened upon his chamber.
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How absentminded of me.
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The following morning, Luthor never made it down the stairs
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to propose to my sister 'cause the boy couldn't bloody walk.
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And once he could, the only thing he wanted
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was what I'd given him the night before.