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Dahut

Dahut and the scarlet knight stand entwined in Ys, as the storm frolics gaily about them.

“Let it frolic,” giggles Dahut. “The gates of the city can hold back the hurricane sea, and the only key is my father’s!”

“But your father sleeps,” says the scarlet knight with devilish cunning. “We can take it.”

“Yes!” says Dahut.

“Wait, why?” she says a minute later.

“I need to illustrate this story about how women are terrible,” says the knight. “And also how druidism is bad?”

“Oh!” says Dahut. “Yeah, that’s cool then.”

The key turns out to weigh, like, five hundred pounds.

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