Oh to be a miser and have every aspect of life revolve around niggardly tightfisting.
Yes mon ami, a relic of a geyser finally exhaled its last breath and expired and got replaced by a newer one.
The ancient dead geyser only two litres large and burnt right to its soul looked about ready to fall apart and my sudden action to gather it in a large bag and head towards the garbage bin was immediately thwarted by the senior female denizen of this mocktown because I was about to commit a rather grave act, that of depriving her the benefit she'd receive on selling it to a scrap dealer.
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