He does. Mr. blunt's mood ebbs and flows depending upon how many compliments he receives. In fact, he's probably waiting for the mailman to drop off postcards from other elderly Roundel readers on how they enjoyed his touching story, so that he can read them while drinking afternoon tea and sucking applesauce through his gums.
Brr, even I felt a chill as I envisioned the cold semi-sweet granularity of Mott's sliding past Mr. blunt's gums.
Brr, even I felt a chill as I envisioned the cold semi-sweet granularity of Mott's sliding past Mr. blunt's gums.
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