The kingdoms would tear themselves apart but lack the votes or muscle. The powers pump up the volume on God Save the Queen. Fortinbras grinds his teeth. I wait for the sorting office to redirect me to the republic. Ask

Ask a fish what the ocean’s like and it’ll go where you don’t dare. Ask a bird what the sky is like and it’ll take off through the air. Ask me what life is like and I’ll show you the door.

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