“God! I’m surrounded by drunk people,” she swore. We walked briskly past the patio rails, which only almost contained the Saturday night revelry spilling out of the bars. “‘Sinners! Dirty sinners, every one of them!’
“Specialization is for ants.” — Heinlein
“God! I’m surrounded by drunk people,” she swore. We walked briskly past the patio rails, which only almost contained the Saturday night revelry spilling out of the bars. “‘Sinners! Dirty sinners, every one of them!’