Bursts of flames.
Cowardly zoo animals.
Misguided lovers.
Strewn objects.
Dustbunnies.
Bastards.
Crimson cake.
Sun.
We none of us wanted a palace: we liked this humming little hell-hole with its atrophied rules and characters, its ogres and mascots. Alan Hollinghurst The Folding Star
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