It didn’t sound like a brass band playing “76 Trombones”, or a sewing machine stitching a pair of khaki trousers that were too big for an excited practitioner of sartorial correctness
Fetish. It was a more concentrated and intense whooshing than a mustard or mayonnaise jar would allow for.
. With him gone I thought I would just give it a minute or two more and waited. It was late into lunch time and the food court was busy as hell
It didn’t sound like a brass band playing “76 Trombones”, or a sewing machine stitching a pair of khaki trousers that were too big for an excited practitioner of sartorial correctness
Fetish. It was a more concentrated and intense whooshing than a mustard or mayonnaise jar would allow for.
. With him gone I thought I would just give it a minute or two more and waited. It was late into lunch time and the food court was busy as hell
It didn’t sound like a brass band playing “76 Trombones”, or a sewing machine stitching a pair of khaki trousers that were too big for an excited practitioner of sartorial correctness
Fetish. It was a more concentrated and intense whooshing than a mustard or mayonnaise jar would allow for.
. With him gone I thought I would just give it a minute or two more and waited. It was late into lunch time and the food court was busy as hell
