November 15, 2017
Spring feels fresh across the warehouse and Bilbo adjusts his chair. He signs his tax declaration. He has hidden what he can. He tries to pay little tax. He is not a wealthy man and needs all he can get. He has staff to support. Scum sounds like Spring after a confined universal waiting period. A night wears the ghastly choice but Bilbo is not afraid. He has finished his tax and will send it to the treasury on the morrow! He has much fresh fruit. He will have a supper of fruit, cheese and wine. Fresh reacts. Bilbo sleeps.