The man in front ... was a little shorter than Richard. He had lank, greasy hair, of an unlikely orange color, and a pallid complexion; as Richard opened the door, he smiled, widely, and just a fraction too late, with teeth that looked like an accident in a graveyard.
- Neil Gaiman, Neverwhere
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Phraselet No. 75
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