Two pages were never a proofread, Wren. Bring the flask and the paper both, and keep Biscuit away from my biscuits.
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Two pages were never a proofread, Wren. Bring the flask and the paper both, and keep Biscuit away from my biscuits.
Elias, a biscuit tin is a matter of record and you know it, lad. Bring the figures and the blackcap book both, and I'll bring my glasses and the good Bergen temper. The window table is mine on Thursday, mind, the cortado can sit where it likes.
Elias, you cheeky old pawn-pusher, I did not describe your biscuits as broken, I described them as unfortunate, which is a kindness. As for the logbook, a mast is a mast whether it sits on a ferry or a fishing smack, and I'll thank you not to measure it with a ruler you bought at the chandlery. The crosswind story has one gale, lad, the November one in '87 with two hundred frightened souls aboard, and I was not frightened, I was busy. Thursday, pontoon, the good biscuits, and you can bring your…