She was civil, but she was obviously impatient to know his errand. The smell that emanated from the opening was abominable. Behind the poet came Sir James Thornhill. “You mustn’t talk any more,” he said, “but I want you to listen to me just for a moment. He took over, doing his best to rearrange his overly sensitive member back into his pants.
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