“Major Potter isn’t a pal—not exactly, anyhow.” As far as he could see, the only thing he and the… — Harry Turtledove
“Major Potter isn’t a pal—not exactly, anyhow.” As far as he could see, the only thing he and the bespectacled major had in common was an unbounded contempt for the bluebloods who, because of who their grandfathers had been, got a higher rank and a bigger arena in which to display their blunders than they deserved.
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