‘I need to ask you something,’ said Steve the sandwich man, looking me up and down suggestively as he buttered my baguette.
‘I need to ask you something,’ said Steve the sandwich man, looking me up and down suggestively as he buttered my baguette.
I like Steve. I call at his sandwich hut just off the A3 almost every time I go to the stables to ride my horse.
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