It was so bad, it was worth more than we paid. — Bill Bryson, In a Sunburned Country
It was so bad, it was worth more than we paid. — Bill Bryson, In a Sunburned Country
It was so bad, it was worth more than we paid. — Bill Bryson, In a Sunburned Country
It was so bad, it was worth more than we paid. — Bill Bryson, In a Sunburned Country
It was so bad, it was worth more than we paid. — Bill Bryson, In a Sunburned Country
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It was so bad, it was worth more than we paid.

— Bill Bryson, In a Sunburned Country
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