The cold pork in the fridge was wilting at the edges; it and I exchanged looks of mutual contempt, like two… — Kyril Bonfiglioli
The cold pork in the fridge was wilting at the edges; it and I exchanged looks of mutual contempt, like two women wearing the same hat in the Royal Enclosure at Ascot.
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"You would now be an enemy, in the third class, of my own organization."
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