Quote #551
The wind attacked the house with a voracious appetite, lapping hungrily at
the eaves, whipping the gutter refuse into a frothy shake of leaves and
dirt, while rattling the slate shingles like an orphan banging his plate for
more.
-- Shauna Banta's entry to the 2001 annual Bulwer-Lytton contest
The wind attacked the house with a voracious appetite, lapping hungrily at
the eaves, whipping the gutter refuse into a frothy shake of leaves and
dirt, while rattling the slate shingles like an orphan banging his plate for
more.
-- Shauna Banta's entry to the 2001 annual Bulwer-Lytton contest
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