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Henderson came in and looked eagerly at his plate. He breathed in a great draught of air. ‘Ah, fried egg again! How attractive it looks on a dull morning!’
Henderson came in and looked at the plate. The egg looked up at him like a malignant, bloodshot eye. He sighed. ‘Ah, fried egg again,’ he said flatly. ‘How attractive it looks on a dull morning!’
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