The winter was indeed dark, long, and cold. I stumbled in the front door, with the winter cold soaked into my bones. As the door closed behind me I had found refuge in the warmth of this establishment. As I removed my deer hide coat...
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The winter was indeed dark, long, and cold. I stumbled in the front door, with the winter cold soaked into my bones. As the door closed behind me I had found refuge in the warmth of this establishment. As I removed my deer hide coat and beaver hat I was helped into a chair by Mr. Kyle, the purveyor of this fine shop. "What can I do you for?" he asked, as he finished applying wax to the tips of his mustache. I told him a tale of long ago, how people were free and how only one set of facts was enough. "Sure thing" he said, "I've got you."
With those five words, Mr. Kyle did done got me. By far and away the cut was perfect and the shave close and smooth. He told me tales of local eateries and merchants and fables a one eyed octopus that roamed the city.
When I'm done traveling across this county I will be coming back here for sure.