The Restaurant Trouble
You can't put a better bit of butter on your platter because a martyr did shatter the packet of your butter as it did welter in the gutter, but that waiter did cater you this later, muttering about an utter butter-hater from Gloucester with bitter hauteur.
Copyright © Sarban Bhattacharya | Year Posted 2016
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