Sampson lived at the end of a block nearest the forest on a quaint, picturesque, dead-end road. It was his habit to greet all the people on the block, by a nod of his scraggly head, an unseemly smile, and a tip of his rag-tag "Rex Harrison" hat, proffering the odd salutation of:
“Tis a Black day— widout mornin”, even more oddly, in a strange, seemingly Transylvanian, Irish, and South African accent.
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