The Coolest Mother-F'ing Thing I Thought Up in the Last Few Hours

"I don't want to drag; I want to breathe," says Harry says to Morgen.
"But I want to drag," says Morgen to Harry.

Many years later, after the pair separated when Morgen took interest in a Filippino courtier during Harry's service, the man -- Harry Lassiter! They shall know me!!! -- would say this exactly line again, forgetting momentarily he's uttered such words before, to a confused co-ed he'd gotten wet. "I don't want to drag; I want to breathe!" He yelled one crisp autumn night in his 43rd year. It was like wine binding & transmuting to dark wood. It was like wind blowing and straining a sapling without breaking. Water splashing with light, flecks of astor sparkles. WAKE UP. YOU want to BREATHE --- ! ...

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