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"Quit
humming
that bleeding
song, would you,
please, Carter?" Newkirk
snarled. Carter just shrugged.
"I like it. Judy Garland made a record.
She's an amazing talent, that little girl. Wow."
"Yeah, and she's a ruddy soprano. What's your excuse?"
"Cool it
you two.
Be of
good
cheer."
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Kinch
of course
was correct.
Lebeau tried not
to look too peeved,
but couldn't hide his frown.
Newkirk was such a rotten killjoy.
Colonel Hogan, however, smiled warmly.
"Sing your heart out, Carter. Nice song."
He shot a grin at Newkirk, daring him to argue.
The Englishman's only response was an irritated glare.
Another ruddy stupid soppy sentimental bloody Yank song.
Why
must
Carter
be so
bloody
cheerful
eh?