"I had often wondered what lovers said to one another when they met again after long parting. Now I know."
"I wish you wouldn't call us lovers."
"Well, aren't you?"
"I tell you that's what I'm trying to figure out."
"Did she smooth your pillows?"
"No."
"What did she do?"
"She went arond to the drug store and brought me some stuff that tasted like weed killer. I'm not saying it didn't do me good. It did. But I'm still feeling as if someone had started a sewage plant in my mouth."
(from Quick Service, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)
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