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Friday, March 09, 2007

Classy

They were given a corner table near the door. Bond ordered a bottle of Veuve Clicquot and scrambled eggs and bacon.

Ian Fleming: Casino Royal.

What the hell is wrong with the English?

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posted by Dan | 10:20 AM

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