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As Dame Francesca’s host drew near
each wearing plates of steel,
the wizard in his feignéd fear
did turn upon his heel.

“You cannot run, you simpering knave,”
the dame called out to him,
“for I have twenty horsemen brave
awaiting, at my whim.”

“You cannot flee, this shall end here,
you’ll answer for your sin,
and for not yet another year
you’ll terrorize my kin!”

There was a knock at the door. Amelia ran to the door while pulling on her bathrobe, towel perched atop her head like a soft serve ice cream. "Flip, only an hour to go" she mumbled as she answered the door. There stood a man from ParcelEx holding a package in his hand.

I had just reached that stage in wakefulness when I knew the room was too light for me to fall asleep again when the phone rang. When the phone rings that early it usually means business or bad news, so even though I wasn’t in the best state at that moment to manage either I picked it up anyway and answered assuming it was business.

“Industrial Photo Services, this is Jim.”