My topmost drawer
Tucked away in ma topmost drawer one could find neatly folded bundles of socks, the order not necessarily being correct. Along with which I kept a burgundy bath robe that had ma personal moniker ‘stubs’ embroidered upon one sleeve. These were simple decoys however, and underneath is where I kept ma most cherished possessions. The six-shooter pistol ah kept for when city-slickers came ‘round, and also a bottle of premium, thirty years young, Kentucky bourbon that served its divine purpose during those same occasions. To say the least, inflicting discomfiture upon cowards and do-nothings had become a stirring hobby of mine in ma later years. This is likely why nowadays so few people visit ma estate.
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