A stink. A stench. A foulness mind, dreadful unforgiving. A compost ho — Terry Pratchett, Shall Wear Midnight

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A stink. A stench. A foulness in her mind, dreadful and unforgiving. A compost of horrible ideas and rotted thoughts that made her want to take our her brain and wash it.

Terry Pratchett, I Shall Wear Midnight

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