This battered old hat of mine has sat on my crown for quite a long time. I've even adorned the crown of a few of my nieces with my chapeau, drawing from them the very essences of life, beauty, creation and also using their heads as a convenient place to place my hat when no proper storage is available.
So if you've heard the story before, well I suppose you get to hear it again.
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Disclaimer: One curse word doesn't make it explicit, but for all those ears out there that can handle a word, you've been warned.