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Because There's Someone Else Here In East Carmin. Someone Hopelessly Unsuitable. It's All A Really Bad Idea And Will Lead To Trouble Of The Worst Sort. But No Matter What, Every Minute In Her Presence Makes My Life A Minute More Complete.

I Have The Death Sentence In Seven Genres.

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She Wasn't The Only One To Be Physically Morphed By Reader Expectation. Miss Havisham Was Now Elderly Whether She Liked It Or Not, And Sherlock Holmes Wore A Deerstalker And Smoked A Ridiculously Large Pipe. The Problem Wasn't Just Confined To The Classics. Harry Potter Was Seriously Pissed Off That He'd Have To Spend The Rest Of Life Looking Like Daniel Radcliffe.

Acceptable Rules Of Conduct Were Suspended When It Came To The Spoon Shortage. The Deficit Had Gotten So Bad That Prices Were All But Unaffordable, And Dynastic Spoon Succession Had Become A Matter Of Considerable Interest. Spoons Were Even Postcode Engraved And Carried On One's Person To Eliminate Theft, And Good Table Manners, One Of The Eight Pillars Upon Which The Collective Was Built, Had Been Relaxed To Allow Tea To Be Stirred - Shockingly - With The Handle Of A Fork.