Rumpel still has me in his thrall, making me do things I would rather not - do you have any idea how hard it is to iron some of his shirts? You have to press the ruffles just right, and make the crispy clean.
I feel marvellous pity for the poor soul who will eventually bring his heart back to his soul. For that woman would have a hard task ahead of her, she'd certainly need to be strong.
Still, I suppose ironing his shirts is preferable to what he could be making me do!
Yours, The Bard!
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