Fie! fie! fie! pah! pah! Give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary, to sweeten my imagination.
I want to give a big up to my bro on the mic.
Unabashed, the Killock tilted his head to one side in mock examination, puckering his bulbous nose.
But like just about everybody else in their cozy little suburb, with the big Victorian houses that guzzled desertfuls of heating oil each winter, they were house poor, oil poor, tax poor.
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