The smell of coffee still stings my nostrils, and fresh air has never churned my stomach more.
I might choose to recant the imbibing of stale tasting alcohol to my peers, and all the daring tales of mishap and misadventure, and sexual rampancy.
However my objective today is to remain on the prowl -both sober and awake,
that I should notice your wondrous glares and timid speeches, and the innocence you maintain so well.
So I may finally greet you with lurid eyes and a wicked tongue, in order to lead you astray and devour your young.
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