I hate to be ungracious about it, but in the real world, Rathbone'd have Flynn's guts for garters.
Besides, could Flynn do this?
(Oh, how they loved their musical numbers in the 1930s!)
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The theological and literary jottings of a Deacon and novelist. Writing ersatz Victorian fiction in the age of the e-book, and trying to walk the Way.
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