He entered the cave and whipped out the papyrus. He didn’t have much time. He noted down the date and time and roughly where he believed he was located. He made some quick observations. He wrote about how the blond girl’s heaving bosom had affected his respiration. He tried to tell what it had meant to see his crown again. He wrote his name. Then he stashed the papyrus and went back out into the rain to recommence his running.
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