de-cap-it-ated

Updated: May 26, 2025

"May thy head, William, lack not ointment." "Look here," said William, "how are we going to sit? I'd better get up by the driver." "No, Bobby Kane's by the driver," said Isabel. "You're to sit between Moira and me." The taxi started. "What have you got in those mysterious parcels?" "De-cap-it-ated heads!" said Bill Hunt, shuddering beneath his hat. "Oh, fruit!" Isabel sounded very pleased.

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