Two word story

[Griffin NoName]

Chapter Double Seven

Emilio's appointment with Her royal and bejeweled Majesty and her puppy dogs turned into a farce after a particularly soggy charity soiree at which a few bright young and gifted artisans raised their impressive aprons and displayed some fascinating under-garments right out of fashion and jewelry samples from the royal collection that had been cleaned with utmost care by the servants of the local chapter of the Ancient and Accomplished Twizzle-Worzels, so the footman, clad all in green with yellow and purple polka dots on their very fashionable neck ruffs, could at least conduct a throrough review of the SOP for the treatment of silver forks during royal proceedings. Very few had ever been invited or encouraged to participate in charity soirees without getting washed first using a pumice stone and ph-neutral carbolic soap. But those late August days, when the birch and maple were felled, had been hot and very humid considering the longterm average temperature for Her Majesty's supper parties, thus few unwashed people were able to attend without bribing the footman and handing over most of their dirty washing basins and their dirty washcloths to the housekeeper at Her Royal Highness's swank establishment for expiring but inspiring vetinary students. After tea was poured onto the outside drain-cover for the ants to feed to their babies, the usual suspects gathered right behind the arras in order of seniority with the penultimate winner of Her Royal Highness's special prize pig sharpening her nails with a toothpick. Luckily, no bystanders saw anything of the irregular exchange between Her Royal Highness and the Hell's Angel Anti-Defamation league's self-inflatiing VIPs or there

do you mean their - there doesn't make sense

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I mean 'there'. It starts a new clause. '...no bystander saw anything... or there...'
A natural follow up would be 'would/could/should have'

[Griffin NoName]

Chapter Double Seven

Emilio's appointment with Her royal and bejeweled Majesty and her puppy dogs turned into a farce after a particularly soggy charity soiree at which a few bright young and gifted artisans raised their impressive aprons and displayed some fascinating under-garments right out of fashion and jewelry samples from the royal collection that had been cleaned with utmost care by the servants of the local chapter of the Ancient and Accomplished Twizzle-Worzels, so the footman, clad all in green with yellow and purple polka dots on their very fashionable neck ruffs, could at least conduct a throrough review of the SOP for the treatment of silver forks during royal proceedings. Very few had ever been invited or encouraged to participate in charity soirees without getting washed first using a pumice stone and ph-neutral carbolic soap. But those late August days, when the birch and maple were felled, had been hot and very humid considering the longterm average temperature for Her Majesty's supper parties, thus few unwashed people were able to attend without bribing the footman and handing over most of their dirty washing basins and their dirty washcloths to the housekeeper at Her Royal Highness's swank establishment for expiring but inspiring vetinary students. After tea was poured onto the outside drain-cover for the ants to feed to their babies, the usual suspects gathered right behind the arras in order of seniority with the penultimate winner of Her Royal Highness's special prize pig sharpening her nails with a toothpick. Luckily, no bystanders saw anything of the irregular exchange between Her Royal Highness and the Hell's Angel Anti-Defamation league's self-inflatiing VIPs or there would have

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Chapter Double Seven

Emilio's appointment with Her royal and bejeweled Majesty and her puppy dogs turned into a farce after a particularly soggy charity soiree at which a few bright young and gifted artisans raised their impressive aprons and displayed some fascinating under-garments right out of fashion and jewelry samples from the royal collection that had been cleaned with utmost care by the servants of the local chapter of the Ancient and Accomplished Twizzle-Worzels, so the footman, clad all in green with yellow and purple polka dots on their very fashionable neck ruffs, could at least conduct a throrough review of the SOP for the treatment of silver forks during royal proceedings. Very few had ever been invited or encouraged to participate in charity soirees without getting washed first using a pumice stone and ph-neutral carbolic soap. But those late August days, when the birch and maple were felled, had been hot and very humid considering the longterm average temperature for Her Majesty's supper parties, thus few unwashed people were able to attend without bribing the footman and handing over most of their dirty washing basins and their dirty washcloths to the housekeeper at Her Royal Highness's swank establishment for expiring but inspiring vetinary students. After tea was poured onto the outside drain-cover for the ants to feed to their babies, the usual suspects gathered right behind the arras in order of seniority with the penultimate winner of Her Royal Highness's special prize pig sharpening her nails with a toothpick. Luckily, no bystanders saw anything of the irregular exchange between Her Royal Highness and the Hell's Angel Anti-Defamation league's self-inflatiing VIPs or there would have been a

[Griffin NoName]

Chapter Double Seven

Emilio's appointment with Her royal and bejeweled Majesty and her puppy dogs turned into a farce after a particularly soggy charity soiree at which a few bright young and gifted artisans raised their impressive aprons and displayed some fascinating under-garments right out of fashion and jewelry samples from the royal collection that had been cleaned with utmost care by the servants of the local chapter of the Ancient and Accomplished Twizzle-Worzels, so the footman, clad all in green with yellow and purple polka dots on their very fashionable neck ruffs, could at least conduct a throrough review of the SOP for the treatment of silver forks during royal proceedings. Very few had ever been invited or encouraged to participate in charity soirees without getting washed first using a pumice stone and ph-neutral carbolic soap. But those late August days, when the birch and maple were felled, had been hot and very humid considering the longterm average temperature for Her Majesty's supper parties, thus few unwashed people were able to attend without bribing the footman and handing over most of their dirty washing basins and their dirty washcloths to the housekeeper at Her Royal Highness's swank establishment for expiring but inspiring vetinary students. After tea was poured onto the outside drain-cover for the ants to feed to their babies, the usual suspects gathered right behind the arras in order of seniority with the penultimate winner of Her Royal Highness's special prize pig sharpening her nails with a toothpick. Luckily, no bystanders saw anything of the irregular exchange between Her Royal Highness and the Hell's Angel Anti-Defamation league's self-inflatiing VIPs or there would have been a run on

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Chapter Double Seven

Emilio's appointment with Her royal and bejeweled Majesty and her puppy dogs turned into a farce after a particularly soggy charity soiree at which a few bright young and gifted artisans raised their impressive aprons and displayed some fascinating under-garments right out of fashion and jewelry samples from the royal collection that had been cleaned with utmost care by the servants of the local chapter of the Ancient and Accomplished Twizzle-Worzels, so the footman, clad all in green with yellow and purple polka dots on their very fashionable neck ruffs, could at least conduct a throrough review of the SOP for the treatment of silver forks during royal proceedings. Very few had ever been invited or encouraged to participate in charity soirees without getting washed first using a pumice stone and ph-neutral carbolic soap. But those late August days, when the birch and maple were felled, had been hot and very humid considering the longterm average temperature for Her Majesty's supper parties, thus few unwashed people were able to attend without bribing the footman and handing over most of their dirty washing basins and their dirty washcloths to the housekeeper at Her Royal Highness's swank establishment for expiring but inspiring vetinary students. After tea was poured onto the outside drain-cover for the ants to feed to their babies, the usual suspects gathered right behind the arras in order of seniority with the penultimate winner of Her Royal Highness's special prize pig sharpening her nails with a toothpick. Luckily, no bystanders saw anything of the irregular exchange between Her Royal Highness and the Hell's Angel Anti-Defamation league's self-inflatiing VIPs or there would have been a run on the food

[Griffin NoName]

Chapter Double Seven

Emilio's appointment with Her royal and bejeweled Majesty and her puppy dogs turned into a farce after a particularly soggy charity soiree at which a few bright young and gifted artisans raised their impressive aprons and displayed some fascinating under-garments right out of fashion and jewelry samples from the royal collection that had been cleaned with utmost care by the servants of the local chapter of the Ancient and Accomplished Twizzle-Worzels, so the footman, clad all in green with yellow and purple polka dots on their very fashionable neck ruffs, could at least conduct a throrough review of the SOP for the treatment of silver forks during royal proceedings. Very few had ever been invited or encouraged to participate in charity soirees without getting washed first using a pumice stone and ph-neutral carbolic soap. But those late August days, when the birch and maple were felled, had been hot and very humid considering the longterm average temperature for Her Majesty's supper parties, thus few unwashed people were able to attend without bribing the footman and handing over most of their dirty washing basins and their dirty washcloths to the housekeeper at Her Royal Highness's swank establishment for expiring but inspiring vetinary students. After tea was poured onto the outside drain-cover for the ants to feed to their babies, the usual suspects gathered right behind the arras in order of seniority with the penultimate winner of Her Royal Highness's special prize pig sharpening her nails with a toothpick. Luckily, no bystanders saw anything of the irregular exchange between Her Royal Highness and the Hell's Angel Anti-Defamation league's self-inflatiing VIPs or there would have been a run on the food prepared by

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Chapter Double Seven

Emilio's appointment with Her royal and bejeweled Majesty and her puppy dogs turned into a farce after a particularly soggy charity soiree at which a few bright young and gifted artisans raised their impressive aprons and displayed some fascinating under-garments right out of fashion and jewelry samples from the royal collection that had been cleaned with utmost care by the servants of the local chapter of the Ancient and Accomplished Twizzle-Worzels, so the footman, clad all in green with yellow and purple polka dots on their very fashionable neck ruffs, could at least conduct a throrough review of the SOP for the treatment of silver forks during royal proceedings. Very few had ever been invited or encouraged to participate in charity soirees without getting washed first using a pumice stone and ph-neutral carbolic soap. But those late August days, when the birch and maple were felled, had been hot and very humid considering the longterm average temperature for Her Majesty's supper parties, thus few unwashed people were able to attend without bribing the footman and handing over most of their dirty washing basins and their dirty washcloths to the housekeeper at Her Royal Highness's swank establishment for expiring but inspiring vetinary students. After tea was poured onto the outside drain-cover for the ants to feed to their babies, the usual suspects gathered right behind the arras in order of seniority with the penultimate winner of Her Royal Highness's special prize pig sharpening her nails with a toothpick. Luckily, no bystanders saw anything of the irregular exchange between Her Royal Highness and the Hell's Angel Anti-Defamation league's self-inflatiing VIPs or there would have been a run on the food prepared by Mrs. Juana

[Griffin NoName]

Chapter Double Seven

Emilio's appointment with Her royal and bejeweled Majesty and her puppy dogs turned into a farce after a particularly soggy charity soiree at which a few bright young and gifted artisans raised their impressive aprons and displayed some fascinating under-garments right out of fashion and jewelry samples from the royal collection that had been cleaned with utmost care by the servants of the local chapter of the Ancient and Accomplished Twizzle-Worzels, so the footman, clad all in green with yellow and purple polka dots on their very fashionable neck ruffs, could at least conduct a throrough review of the SOP for the treatment of silver forks during royal proceedings. Very few had ever been invited or encouraged to participate in charity soirees without getting washed first using a pumice stone and ph-neutral carbolic soap. But those late August days, when the birch and maple were felled, had been hot and very humid considering the longterm average temperature for Her Majesty's supper parties, thus few unwashed people were able to attend without bribing the footman and handing over most of their dirty washing basins and their dirty washcloths to the housekeeper at Her Royal Highness's swank establishment for expiring but inspiring vetinary students. After tea was poured onto the outside drain-cover for the ants to feed to their babies, the usual suspects gathered right behind the arras in order of seniority with the penultimate winner of Her Royal Highness's special prize pig sharpening her nails with a toothpick. Luckily, no bystanders saw anything of the irregular exchange between Her Royal Highness and the Hell's Angel Anti-Defamation league's self-inflatiing VIPs or there would have been a run on the food prepared by Mrs. Juana Huffmeister before

[Swatopluk]

Chapter Double Seven

Emilio's appointment with Her royal and bejeweled Majesty and her puppy dogs turned into a farce after a particularly soggy charity soiree at which a few bright young and gifted artisans raised their impressive aprons and displayed some fascinating under-garments right out of fashion and jewelry samples from the royal collection that had been cleaned with utmost care by the servants of the local chapter of the Ancient and Accomplished Twizzle-Worzels, so the footman, clad all in green with yellow and purple polka dots on their very fashionable neck ruffs, could at least conduct a throrough review of the SOP for the treatment of silver forks during royal proceedings. Very few had ever been invited or encouraged to participate in charity soirees without getting washed first using a pumice stone and ph-neutral carbolic soap. But those late August days, when the birch and maple were felled, had been hot and very humid considering the longterm average temperature for Her Majesty's supper parties, thus few unwashed people were able to attend without bribing the footman and handing over most of their dirty washing basins and their dirty washcloths to the housekeeper at Her Royal Highness's swank establishment for expiring but inspiring vetinary students. After tea was poured onto the outside drain-cover for the ants to feed to their babies, the usual suspects gathered right behind the arras in order of seniority with the penultimate winner of Her Royal Highness's special prize pig sharpening her nails with a toothpick. Luckily, no bystanders saw anything of the irregular exchange between Her Royal Highness and the Hell's Angel Anti-Defamation league's self-inflatiing VIPs or there would have been a run on the food prepared by Mrs. Juana Huffmeister before even the

[Griffin NoName]

Chapter Double Seven

Emilio's appointment with Her royal and bejeweled Majesty and her puppy dogs turned into a farce after a particularly soggy charity soiree at which a few bright young and gifted artisans raised their impressive aprons and displayed some fascinating under-garments right out of fashion and jewelry samples from the royal collection that had been cleaned with utmost care by the servants of the local chapter of the Ancient and Accomplished Twizzle-Worzels, so the footman, clad all in green with yellow and purple polka dots on their very fashionable neck ruffs, could at least conduct a throrough review of the SOP for the treatment of silver forks during royal proceedings. Very few had ever been invited or encouraged to participate in charity soirees without getting washed first using a pumice stone and ph-neutral carbolic soap. But those late August days, when the birch and maple were felled, had been hot and very humid considering the longterm average temperature for Her Majesty's supper parties, thus few unwashed people were able to attend without bribing the footman and handing over most of their dirty washing basins and their dirty washcloths to the housekeeper at Her Royal Highness's swank establishment for expiring but inspiring vetinary students. After tea was poured onto the outside drain-cover for the ants to feed to their babies, the usual suspects gathered right behind the arras in order of seniority with the penultimate winner of Her Royal Highness's special prize pig sharpening her nails with a toothpick. Luckily, no bystanders saw anything of the irregular exchange between Her Royal Highness and the Hell's Angel Anti-Defamation league's self-inflatiing VIPs or there would have been a run on the food prepared by Mrs. Juana Huffmeister before even the last train

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Chapter Double Seven

Emilio's appointment with Her royal and bejeweled Majesty and her puppy dogs turned into a farce after a particularly soggy charity soiree at which a few bright young and gifted artisans raised their impressive aprons and displayed some fascinating under-garments right out of fashion and jewelry samples from the royal collection that had been cleaned with utmost care by the servants of the local chapter of the Ancient and Accomplished Twizzle-Worzels, so the footman, clad all in green with yellow and purple polka dots on their very fashionable neck ruffs, could at least conduct a throrough review of the SOP for the treatment of silver forks during royal proceedings. Very few had ever been invited or encouraged to participate in charity soirees without getting washed first using a pumice stone and ph-neutral carbolic soap. But those late August days, when the birch and maple were felled, had been hot and very humid considering the longterm average temperature for Her Majesty's supper parties, thus few unwashed people were able to attend without bribing the footman and handing over most of their dirty washing basins and their dirty washcloths to the housekeeper at Her Royal Highness's swank establishment for expiring but inspiring vetinary students. After tea was poured onto the outside drain-cover for the ants to feed to their babies, the usual suspects gathered right behind the arras in order of seniority with the penultimate winner of Her Royal Highness's special prize pig sharpening her nails with a toothpick. Luckily, no bystanders saw anything of the irregular exchange between Her Royal Highness and the Hell's Angel Anti-Defamation league's self-inflatiing VIPs or there would have been a run on the food prepared by Mrs. Juana Huffmeister before even the last train had arrived

[Griffin NoName]

Chapter Double Seven

Emilio's appointment with Her royal and bejeweled Majesty and her puppy dogs turned into a farce after a particularly soggy charity soiree at which a few bright young and gifted artisans raised their impressive aprons and displayed some fascinating under-garments right out of fashion and jewelry samples from the royal collection that had been cleaned with utmost care by the servants of the local chapter of the Ancient and Accomplished Twizzle-Worzels, so the footman, clad all in green with yellow and purple polka dots on their very fashionable neck ruffs, could at least conduct a throrough review of the SOP for the treatment of silver forks during royal proceedings. Very few had ever been invited or encouraged to participate in charity soirees without getting washed first using a pumice stone and ph-neutral carbolic soap. But those late August days, when the birch and maple were felled, had been hot and very humid considering the longterm average temperature for Her Majesty's supper parties, thus few unwashed people were able to attend without bribing the footman and handing over most of their dirty washing basins and their dirty washcloths to the housekeeper at Her Royal Highness's swank establishment for expiring but inspiring vetinary students. After tea was poured onto the outside drain-cover for the ants to feed to their babies, the usual suspects gathered right behind the arras in order of seniority with the penultimate winner of Her Royal Highness's special prize pig sharpening her nails with a toothpick. Luckily, no bystanders saw anything of the irregular exchange between Her Royal Highness and the Hell's Angel Anti-Defamation league's self-inflatiing VIPs or there would have been a run on the food prepared by Mrs. Juana Huffmeister before even the last train had arrived from Waterloo

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Chapter Double Seven

Emilio's appointment with Her royal and bejeweled Majesty and her puppy dogs turned into a farce after a particularly soggy charity soiree at which a few bright young and gifted artisans raised their impressive aprons and displayed some fascinating under-garments right out of fashion and jewelry samples from the royal collection that had been cleaned with utmost care by the servants of the local chapter of the Ancient and Accomplished Twizzle-Worzels, so the footman, clad all in green with yellow and purple polka dots on their very fashionable neck ruffs, could at least conduct a throrough review of the SOP for the treatment of silver forks during royal proceedings. Very few had ever been invited or encouraged to participate in charity soirees without getting washed first using a pumice stone and ph-neutral carbolic soap. But those late August days, when the birch and maple were felled, had been hot and very humid considering the longterm average temperature for Her Majesty's supper parties, thus few unwashed people were able to attend without bribing the footman and handing over most of their dirty washing basins and their dirty washcloths to the housekeeper at Her Royal Highness's swank establishment for expiring but inspiring vetinary students. After tea was poured onto the outside drain-cover for the ants to feed to their babies, the usual suspects gathered right behind the arras in order of seniority with the penultimate winner of Her Royal Highness's special prize pig sharpening her nails with a toothpick. Luckily, no bystanders saw anything of the irregular exchange between Her Royal Highness and the Hell's Angel Anti-Defamation league's self-inflatiing VIPs or there would have been a run on the food prepared by Mrs. Juana Huffmeister before even the last train had arrived from Waterloo at about

[Griffin NoName]

Chapter Double Seven

Emilio's appointment with Her royal and bejeweled Majesty and her puppy dogs turned into a farce after a particularly soggy charity soiree at which a few bright young and gifted artisans raised their impressive aprons and displayed some fascinating under-garments right out of fashion and jewelry samples from the royal collection that had been cleaned with utmost care by the servants of the local chapter of the Ancient and Accomplished Twizzle-Worzels, so the footman, clad all in green with yellow and purple polka dots on their very fashionable neck ruffs, could at least conduct a throrough review of the SOP for the treatment of silver forks during royal proceedings. Very few had ever been invited or encouraged to participate in charity soirees without getting washed first using a pumice stone and ph-neutral carbolic soap. But those late August days, when the birch and maple were felled, had been hot and very humid considering the longterm average temperature for Her Majesty's supper parties, thus few unwashed people were able to attend without bribing the footman and handing over most of their dirty washing basins and their dirty washcloths to the housekeeper at Her Royal Highness's swank establishment for expiring but inspiring vetinary students. After tea was poured onto the outside drain-cover for the ants to feed to their babies, the usual suspects gathered right behind the arras in order of seniority with the penultimate winner of Her Royal Highness's special prize pig sharpening her nails with a toothpick. Luckily, no bystanders saw anything of the irregular exchange between Her Royal Highness and the Hell's Angel Anti-Defamation league's self-inflatiing VIPs or there would have been a run on the food prepared by Mrs. Juana Huffmeister before even the last train had arrived from Waterloo at about half past