He turns up Vaughan Williams to the bearable limit, cheese straw crumbs dotting his sweater, his piquant pipe smoldering on the table.
He turns up Vaughan Williams to the bearable limit, cheese straw crumbs dotting his sweater, his piquant pipe smoldering on the table.
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