Lord Osmund de Ixabert
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Recently I found myself in possession of a rather quaint bicycle. A splendid specimen, I must say, in absolutely tip-top condition - a veritable gem amid the detritus of our age.
Dash it all, it appears I've ruffled some feathers amid the raucous rabble in the city, a locale where I've been spending an inordinate amount of my invaliable time. For some frightfully disgruntled soul has seen fit to mar my bicycle's perfection by puncturing its rear tyre with no fewer than eleven ghastly holes.
Dash it all, it appears I've ruffled some feathers amid the raucous rabble in the city, a locale where I've been spending an inordinate amount of my invaliable time. For some frightfully disgruntled soul has seen fit to mar my bicycle's perfection by puncturing its rear tyre with no fewer than eleven ghastly holes.