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Nicholas Was

I told my story, Little Nickolai, at GAS last night.
But it's awfy long. (The real version... not the red bull fuelled version I told last night!)

So here's why I wrote it. I wanted to know what terrible thing he'd done to deserve it...
It's by Neil Gaiman.

Nicholas Was

Nicholas was older than sin and his beard could grow no whiter.. He wanted to die
The dwarfish natives of the Arctic caverns did not speak his language, but conversed in their own, twittering tongue, conducted incomprehensible rituals, when they were not actually working in the factories.
Once every year they forced him, sobbing and protesting, into Endless Night. During the journey he would stand near every child in the world, leave one of the dwarves’ invisible gifts by its bedside. The children slept, frozen in time.
He envied Promethus and Loki, Sisyophus and Judas. His punishment was harsher.
Ho
Ho.
Ho.

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