Across the street from Seanhenge, a Christmas elf named Wolfram moved in at the beginning of December.
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| He has not yet been seen, but he writes regularly, and often traces of his highly varied nocturnal activities are unmistakable. |
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| The other day he was told in a letter that the writer's grandfather had cooked him a portion of rice, and ... |
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| . . . that she, the letter writer, hoped Wolfram would relish it. |
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| And yes, it did taste, Wolfram wrote, but asked for indulgence that unfortunately he did not quite manage to entirely eat the huge portion. |
I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.
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