a man that everyone had thought was dead for the past several months

no human element to balance the room

tavern

promising savings that seldom materialize

it's just the way he phrases grey

ride

every movement is based on a characteristic grey form

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an exchange of words among friends

wep

yerp

feeling all the livelier for it

yop

the poet's notebooks are filled with this nonsense

doof

they will stop at nothing to spread their grey