Errata to Some new Histoires

Let’s face Walpurgis and its consequences. There is nothing more I could ask. That’s a joke as it would be a decision, my decision.
In my place the elfs, nymphs and tlalocs danced and twirled like no one.

That same summer I decided to sacrifice the black July and lived my passions in a milk glass. Mr. Loffman ran away as soon as he saw me next to the lake, that made me go straight to Robert, but I was astonished to find out that he had gone away for three weeks. I cried.