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To put it bluntly, and you may notice Giorgio has his blunt streak, it’s time to close, he says. And since I have also drunk far too many cups of coffee, and eaten far too many of G’s club sandwiches; they are not club sandwiches. Be that as it may, I call them that to …
Mota was a fat, old snake sold to Kohli the snake charmer for a few miserable rupee. When Kohli got him to dance to the pungi, Mota could barely lift his hood. To the crowd the pungi was magic, but to the snake it was a curse. As he raised his hood, Mota wanted to …
Capone stopped off at the drugstore to buy some milk. Baby Face took the bullet in his head. Capone reached for the carton, still swearing.
Lawrence did not have any friends. Lawrence did not have any enemies. Lawrence did not have any girls or boys for that matter. Josey, who was quick on her feet, ran a mile.
Thunderbolts and lightning struck the city as Yarway stuck his finger in the pillar of salt; it would make fine seasoning for the flash steaks.
I like Stephen. He’s a damn good fella. He’s very bright and very clever. He earns a sack of potatoes in the City. I like Stephen. He’s a damn good fella. He’s very bright and very clever. My wife thinks so, too. Now she’s living in his flat in Cheapside. I like Stephen. He’s a …
