Practice Typing

BELLO. Sarcastically. I wouldnt hurt your feelings for the world but theres a man of brawn in possession there. The tables are turned, my gay young fellow. He is something like a fullgrown outdoor man. Well for you, you muff, if you had that weapon with knobs and lumps and warts all over it. He shot his bolt, I can tell you. Foot to foot, knee to knee, belly to belly, bubs to breast. Hes no eunuch.