Everybody loved Tiffany Epiphany. Everybody, that is, apart from the people who didn’t.
They numbered amongst their ranks: an artichoke salesman; a part-time bungee jumper; the remnants of a long-since disbanded ice-hockey team from Gwent; some angry newspaper columnists who objected; people who said, “With the greatest respect,” but didn’t mean it; several dairy farmers; a Roman Catholic diocese; people who were suspicious of flowers; a hypocritical carpet manufacturer; and everyone who was born on a Tuesday.
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