Sowerbutt's Ribs

Sitting down on the settee, Sowerbutt said: “Dot said you were out somewhere. I put on my famous charm but I couldn’t get a word out of her. You have secrets, Polly, a handsome young man tucked away somewhere.” He grunted as Polly jabbed her fingers into his ribs. 

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