S-E3

He grew into rancor when he knew that the gold he had bought in was all pinchbecks. That he trusted the unknown dealer, his careless myopia, was defeating him. As many days and nights quietly went by, the man looked more and more wan and sallow due to his narcolepsy. His friends asked him to have talisman made as to protect himself from all kinds of dark enemies and power. The man burnished his talisman often and that made him look like an idiot. Then again, his friends asked him to pandiculate his health first and set to refurbish the shop to look more attractive. They were kind of hopeless until one day he showed up at his shop and started expurgating all unnecessary words from his shop’s advertisement slang. However, his expurgation seemed so interminable that all the friends had a second thought. He still had fit!