Thomas Kinkade Blessings of Christmas

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a voice in your head?'
'Yes!'
'It did that to me, too.'
'But it knew my name!'
Of course we 'Yes, well, but she ran away before I was born,' Rincewind mumbled.
Of all the disreputable taverns in all the city you could have walked into, you walked into his, complained the hat.
'He was the only wizard I could find,' said the girl, 'He looked the part. He do, stupid fellow. We are supposed to be a magic hat after all.The hat's voice wasn't only clothy. It also had a strange choral effect, as if an awful lot of voices were talking at the same time, in almost perfect unison.Rincewind pulled himself together.'O great and wonderful hat,' he said pompously, 'strike down this impudent girl who has had the audacity, nay, the-’Oh, do shut up. She stole us because we ordered her to. It was a near thing, too.'But she's a-’ Rincewind hesitated. 'She's of the female persuasion...' he muttered.So was your mother.