This afternoon I invited my boot slave for lunch, but unaware to him, I would be dining on a fine delicious lunch and he would be dining from the mud and dirt from my boots. See the proper way to feed a boot slave who licks and loves my boots and whatever I walked in, during my morning walk around the grounds. I give him orders and demands so he does not miss a bit, after all, who knows when he will receive this honour again.
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