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5: The ratatat madness of human affairs

Solitude was bliss, for Cadbury Fife. Bliss undisturbed by the ratatat madness of human affairs and the ceaseless clanking of the machinery that held things together. Of course, this time of bliss was usually spent planning his own affairs and how much ratatat madness they would … Continue reading

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