heard at Rimeshire at four in the afternoon:
âJuline, Juline, Juline, Juline
Iâm begging of you please donât take my man
Juline, Juline, Juline, Juline
please donât take him just because you can
your beauty is beyond compare
with flaming locks of auburn hair
and ivory skin and eyes of emerald green
your smile is like a breath of spring
your voice is soft like summer rain
and I cannot compete with you, Juline!â
âKESLER! I LOVE YOU, DARLING, BUT THAT IS THE SEVENTEENTH TIME IN THREE HOURS.â
âI THOUGHT YOU LIKED IT, LOVE!â
âI DO, ITâS JUST GETTING A LITTLE MONOTONOUS.â
*brief silence*
*equally as loud as before* âJuline in the sky with diamonds--â
âKESLER!â














