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The Bad Barber Of Gleam StreetWell, Mr. Jones had his little upsets. It was the kindly thing to do, the neighborly thing, even to take care of his mistakes, whether this meant sticking plasters or finding some secret place where a hole could be dug. (Be honest, this was Ankh-Morpork; the closest thing to secret was probably the bottom of garbage midden somewhere.) And Mrs. Jones, if there was one-- Dun couldn't be bothered to inquire herself, and no matter how unfortunate by the way of looks Jones happened to be, there was room for all sorts in his little world-- never needed to know.The Bad Barber Of Gleam Street
And if Ms. Dun neatened up her pies with the odds and ends left over after


Lawr And Language"Officer!" He tried to string together the correct honorifics-- 'Herr Inspector?' Was that correct here? Curse the French-- in between great gasps for breath. "Monsieur Officer, help, please..." By now thoroughly winded, he flattened himself to the wall, eyes wild. (And he had been such a good runner before. What happened, Alfred? Really.) His hair had gotten all askew and his coat was certainly misbuttoned. Oh, the worst luck. Alfred flung himself upon the mercy of the man in the black overcoat, assuming by his stature he might at least be some kind of representative of the law. Even a soldier might do some good. Such luck you have, Alfred,Lawr And Language
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"It's the bebby syndrome. I keep writing bebbies."
~Skazka
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"It smells good... like alcohol and roses..."
~Elizabeth Rogers
"It's the bebby syndrome. I keep writing bebbies."
~Skazka
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