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Da had not only read this, but had it shoved into his face, as it had been copied by many people and passed around as a contentious point of argument in the community. "So, young man, you seem rather attracted to my daughter." "Yes, sir." "You also seem to be curiously conversant about nipples. Know all about them, do you?" maintaining an icy Scottish big eyebrowed stare as the youngster groped on about artistic insights. "It's about perception, sir. It is about, uh, beer." "You're a beer drinker, then?" "Well not, uh.. mmm.. No! No, no, not me. I am way too young at this point in my life." "So, then, how do you know all about puckering nipples?" "I imagine them, sir. They're nipples of the mind," which was all that panic allowed him at that moment. "Brain knockers? Folks around here are suggesting that you are making remarks of public indecency based on my daughter's teats..." "NO! Not so! And her nipples wouldn't be amber brown, now would they?" "You KNOW THAT?" "Ohhh my. I, uh, I, I'mmmm, uh, I,m only assuming, given her fair complexion and chastity..." but the bug eyed glare of his audience stoped that line of pleading stone cold. "I just love your daughter, sir. And I like to write. I swear, nothing indelicate was meant.." This wilting confession limped over his listener's unrelenting low growl. But that was another day. Now, the street was empty and the young interloper was oblivious to