Sentence The Fortyfifth
As cynical as any Police Officer can become, the stalwart Station Sergeant Goldy Brevity could write a pathography about any of the superannuated big fish of Edinburgh's small pond who, confronted by the march of progress, give a bleat of, “but it's aye been,” as they bury their faces in their own oxters!
As cynical as any Police Officer can become, the stalwart Station Sergeant Goldy Brevity could write a pathography about any of the superannuated big fish of Edinburgh's small pond who, confronted by the march of progress, give a bleat of, “but it's aye been,” as they bury their faces in their own oxters!
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