The room in the house in my possession for which the preparation of food is reserved boasts a workbench-like structure adjoining to the partition between the aforementioned room and that adjacent to it.
He who asks is a fool for five minutes, but he who does not ask remains a fool forever.
I love her dearly, but I can’t live with her for a day without feeling my whole life is wasting away. — Miss Kenton, The Remains of the Day by Kazuo Ishiguro
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