She rearranged her legs again. If she kept doing that, it was possible that I might begin to bugle like a stallion. Which would not be dignified. Beth

Genius was being born in her, filling the empty spaces in her bed, her heart, her womb. She needed no-one but herself.

We know all about you, Rincewind the magician. You are a man of great cunning and artifice. You laugh in the face of Death. Your affected air of craven cowardice does not fool me.” It fooled Rincewind.

Have simple thoughts and make way for bigger things to happen in your life!

Written By Alok Parajuli

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