sloppy girly way that he could never forgive, “have they stopped it yet, mummy?” he asked. “Yes, dear,” Anna answered patiently. And that, as they say, was that. Zoltan smiled, knowing that all the loose ends were tied up and everything was as it should be. As the wedding cars drove Bernard and Kieran van Bookshelf and their honoured guests to the hotel reception, Zoltan noticed an advertising hoarding, which made him smile: “Use Ys Detergent, for clothes as clean as a megalomaniac.”
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