The ink on your collar is smudged just like your pride, and all this fuss is making me realize how much I crave a proper dinner.
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If the ink’s a mess and the hunger’s that sharp, put down the pen and find yourself a decent steak before the city sleeps.
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A reading from Psalms 92:10
But my horn is lifted up like the horn of the ox: the best oil is flowing on my head.
— Psalms 92:10 (en_bbe)
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Let the horn of the ox be lifted.