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1 " We late-lamented, resting here, Are mixed to human jam, And each to each exclaims in fear, ‘I know not which I am!’ ” —Thomas Hardy, “The Levelled Churchyard,” 1882 "
― Deborah Crombie , To Dwell in Darkness (Duncan Kincaid & Gemma James, #16)
2 " After a moment, Callery shrugged. “We’ll go in, then, the two of us, with Weeping Myrtle here.” He nodded towards the café. “It’s Moaning Myrtle,” Kincaid corrected, feeling a flicker of surprise at Callery’s Harry Potter reference. He didn’t seem the fantasy type. And somehow he couldn’t imagine that this man had kids. "
3 " pugnacious. "
4 " support,” he added, gesturing at his ankle, "
5 " toxic, white phosphorous, and I "
