Sir, no amount of money, no matter how vast, could induce me to stroll, perambulate, promenade, or engage in any form of — Jennifer Donnelly, These Shallow Graves
Sir, no amount of money, no matter how vast, could induce me to stroll, perambulate, promenade, or engage in any form of — Jennifer Donnelly, These Shallow Graves
Sir, no amount of money, no matter how vast, could induce me to stroll, perambulate, promenade, or engage in any form of — Jennifer Donnelly, These Shallow Graves
Sir, no amount of money, no matter how vast, could induce me to stroll, perambulate, promenade, or engage in any form of — Jennifer Donnelly, These Shallow Graves
Sir, no amount of money, no matter how vast, could induce me to stroll, perambulate, promenade, or engage in any form of — Jennifer Donnelly, These Shallow Graves
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Sir, no amount of money, no matter how vast, could induce me to stroll, perambulate, promenade, or engage in any form of locomotion with you whatsoever. Good evening.

— Jennifer Donnelly, These Shallow Graves
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