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 Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2007 5:24 am
"Oh, yes, you get those vile things in bus stations," said Beatrix, quite resigned to this concept; not that she took to hanging around bus stations, but the machines themselves were numerous enough. "The tea comes out bright orange and tastes like Jeyes fluid."
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Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2007 10:16 pm
"They ought to make that illegal," grumped Percival, scraping his fork against his plate intentionally. It was the only thing he could do right then to vent his frustration, even though he winced at the sheer impoliteness of the high-pitched noise and decided it had not been worth it. "Begging your pardon." Only Percival would ever think to apologize for scraping his fork on his plate. He was probably loads of unintentional fun at dinner parties.
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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2007 8:25 pm
Nevertheless, due to Bea's oceans of good breeding, she let it go by and was privately only hilariously amused on the inside. She did, however, have to put another apple slice in her mouth to quiet the urge to snort. "Of course," she said. "And I fully agree with you."
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