done with it the harking goes

here’s a station, said sponge, why not end right here, get in there board a train and be done with it.
why don’t we?

hark angel hark

i don’t care if you give me presents, said the child who had called in for surprise and to be cute, i shall have enough from the fat man.
at least one child’s soul saved for the faith, sponge thought.

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