Thomas and William are mates on a ship both literal and canonical. The delicate craft is rocking gently, reminiscent of a similar movement that takes place in the night (and it's not the palm trees). Upon seeing this new island, and its every grain...
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fyi: this is a joke. i've seen the og waffles getting poked and prodded by wannabe critics too daft to know better. this is not singlit (that's actually decent so check it out at prose.sg or poetry.sg). one only needs to employ basic inference to know that :).
i'm the third of my kind to bear this massive undertaking; it's a truly formidable experience for the proud Singaporean. links to the others are as listed:
1. "Hello, darling" by Hail_Hydra616 (a heart-wrenching tale of love amidst devious Fate) https://www.wattpad.com/story/340800527-hello-darling-sir-stamford-raffles-x-william
2. "Faffles: the love story" by Fritatatotuille (a masterfully curated experience of mental decline) https://www.wattpad.com/story/340800527-hello-darling-sir-stamford-raffles-x-william
there's some insufferable wordplay in the intro (mates, ships and rocking) because i have pretentious tendencies originating from when i was born at a young age (an inherently traumatic experience). but a true britishwoman fights till the last so here we are.
With the sweat of the nation gleaming at the breast of my sheep-derived cotton shirt,
As saucy as the waffles on the cover (completely fucking dry), I am:
The esteemed author, "3ε"
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