“Blimey, you two must have come for the
fashion show?” said the auxiliary fireman, standing near the entrance to St
Paul’s Cathedral. Sowerbutt and Spaghetti burst out laughing. Sowerbutt’s jacket
was torn and burnt; what was left of his white shirt was streaked with ash and
brick dust. Spaghetti’s black hair was dusted with white ash
and his overcoat was muddy and torn, holed by flying pieces of burning
debris.
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