The Spartan agreed.
He went up to his spot in the hayloft and read by flashlight. He turned out his flashlight when he was done reading, looking up at the starlight coming through a hole in the ceiling, and gradually went to sleep.
Now as I was saying, not all pretty girls are nice, just as not all nice girls are pretty. I'm nice as pie, but I'm not pretty.
The Spartan got up the next day, and he was in a better mood. In fact his whole day went better. Fancy that.
More another day
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