Hi there.
Max, my pal, once was describing the mythic monster and witch-like Baba Yaga from Slavic folklore over a giggly and teary-eyed night of boardgames. It was dim, in a lake house with just five of us. He was explaining it sincerely: all of the terror and darkness like a shroud, the munching on kids of it all! I rolled back and responded, “Max. No …
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