((This is, in all honesty, my favorito part. If you like this, I'll put up mais excerpts from the book. If you don't like this, too bad. I'll still post excerpts. Remember, life is pain. Anyone who says differently is selling something.))
Vizzini was waiting for him.
Indeed, he had set out a little picnic spread. From the knapsack that he always carried, he had taken a small handkerchief and on it he had placed two wine goblets. In the center was a small leather wine holder and, beside it, some cheese and some apples. The spot could not have been lovelier: a high point of the mountain path with...
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