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Cordelia glared at me. ‘I expect if someone strapped you to table an swung an axe over your naked quivering flesh like The Pit and the Pendulum, you’d be correcting his grammar’.
Cordelia glared at me. ‘I expect if someone strapped you to table an swung an axe over your naked quivering flesh like The Pit and the Pendulum, you’d be correcting his grammar’.
