The Love of the Sword By Gilbert Michael Hernandez Remember your name, Mikey. Remember your name. Venni, vetti, vecci, he said, didnt he? So, we, flee. If here you stood to make your case, then perhaps, Ill sit and stake a claim! Fret not, young Man*, this is the way of things. Remember your name, Michael? A high hill crest into a sloping valley. What do you see? Father, will they break the things? Fret not, young Man*, remember your name? A high hill crest into a sloping valley means, All the world I can see! Will they break the things? Maybe.
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