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a paisley pattered waistcoat,

the pattering of tiny paisels?

he became

had become

a freelance freighter captain specialising in transporting hazardous cargoes no one else would touch around the galaxies. He was a magnificent hunk. Humanoid women, especially Flubians

comma

would gladly rinse their eyes in wine vinegar—if it meant a better look. They found him reassuringly empathetic to the discomfort of time travel. They would

why the capital "H"?

Huddle exhausted by his side and run their fingers through his tousled rug of chest hair while dipping languidly in his blue, sparkling eyes, awe struck by stories of his empowering lifestyle and the many hair-raising adventures he

had[quote]narrowly survived.

We gnomes of the scribes

apostrophe

lodge have the gift,

He seems to have changed his name.