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| My associate, Nils. |
My trusted associate, Nils, invited me to his mountaintop castle late Sunday afternoon. Of course I went. Who wouldn't? He rarely allows anyone to see the inside of that place; even I have only been twice. It's
holy there, what with Nils' searing intelligence and his inimitable sense of style. He decorated the castle himself and it is
breathtakingly original. I'd say more but it's against the rules. Nils is strict about this.
Anyway, Nils sat me down before the red stone fireplace in the library and told me he had something
very serious to say. As if to underline the gravity of the situation, he brought out some fabulous dope and we smoked ourselves into a state of extra-cosmic consciousness before he said a word. So there I was, stoned out of my mind and ready for anything -- or so I thought.
