“Come back here, you wizard! I’ll bite your cheeks off – those furnaces of rouge, those blood rubies of rabid youth!”, the wizard ran, and off I went to ensnare him with a knot.

“Come back here, you wizard! I’ll bite your cheeks off – those blushing maps of caprice, those burning coals of honeyed longing!”, the wizard hiccuped himself into a tree leaf, and off I went to seal him and bring him home with me, where I roasted him in guava marmalade and buried him in a chicken leg behind the fridge.

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