She looked as if she had been poured into her clothes and had forgotten to say "when".

P.G. Wodehouse

P.G. Wodehouse

Profession: Author
Nationality: British

She looked as if she had been poured into her clothes and had forgotten to say 'when'. P.G. Wodehouse

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