One's ribs shouldn't be prison bars. — David Mitchell, The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet
One's ribs shouldn't be prison bars. — David Mitchell, The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet
One's ribs shouldn't be prison bars. — David Mitchell, The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet
One's ribs shouldn't be prison bars. — David Mitchell, The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet
One's ribs shouldn't be prison bars. — David Mitchell, The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet
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One's ribs shouldn't be prison bars.

— David Mitchell, The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet
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