"Die, commie pigs!" grunted Sergeant "Rocky" Steele through his cigar stub as he
machine-gunned the North Korean farm animals.
Joanne watched her fellow passengers - a wizened man reading about alchemy; an
oversized bearded man-child; a haunted, bespectacled young man with a scar; and a gaggle of private school children who chatted ceaselessly about Latin and flying around the hockey pitch and the two-faced teacher who they thought was a witch - there was a story here, she decided.
and the rather risque:
She had the kind of body that made a man want to have sex with her.
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