Bardawg, O Bardawg,
How well do I know thee? Shall we swim together in the same lake of misfortune? Prance together in the same field of clover? By what cosmic device have we been intertwined, tied together by the twists of fate and the whims of wanton destiny? Words, they say. Brothers in words like brothers in arms, firing our volley in this theatre of war. A Bardawg by any other name...
In other words, I know you, bitch. I know you.
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