* The bunker phone was black and sleek-sided. Its ring was a cross between the old-fashioned police car bells and the Avon-Lady… It rang now, insistently… Teigue-the-Fool contemplated the insistent, sleek-sided, black thing, and the corners of his mouth flicked into a smile. His eyes danced as he lifted the receiver from its cradle and […]
Jabber-Wonky… — France & Vincent
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