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During the night my bootblack had escaped, and as our home town looks rather negative on serfdom the possibility to find a local one was very slim.
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the very same day though, the
Lion got a mail from
Liljevalchs Konsthall, she was part of the Spring Salon, even though I hesitated going to town without black boots the possibility to catch a new bootblack at the salon was tempting, struggling artist makes the best bootblacks.
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Without much ado we aimed for the capital, the lion happy to show her art, me excited of the appending big game hunting.
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At the Salon the lion soon was deluged by the press
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This gave me time to concentrate on hunting. I took post behind a bush and soon saw plenty of excellent game.
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at last my choice was a rather sturdy artist, the climate up north can take it's toll on the more sensitive artist.
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I put my artist in a cardboard box and soon I could take on the life as the perfect country squire again, nothing makes a man as a good pair of shining boots.
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And as for the bootblack, he seems to blend in perfectly with our other staff, my boots have never been shinier!