Jack Vettriano A Very Dangerous Beach

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after that he'd just been, well, a wizard.
He had the feeling, once again, that he'd missed out on something somewhere. He'd never really realized it until the last couple of he'd say . . . he'd say something pretty damn memorable, that's what he'd do! He was
But the Archchancellor had stalked off.
'mumblemumblemumble,' said the Dean defiantly, a rebel without a pause.
There was a knock at the door, barely audible above the din. Cliff opened it a cautious fraction.
'It's me, Hibiscus. Here's your beers. Drink 'em up and get out!'days. He didn't know what it was. He just wanted to do things. He didn't know what they were. But he wanted to do them soon. He wanted . . . he felt like a lifelong tundra dweller when he wakes up one morning with a deep urge to go water‑skiing. He certainly wasn't going to stay indoors when there was music in the air . . .'mumblemumblemumblenotgonnastayindoorsmumble.'Unaccustomed feelings surged through him. He wanted to disobey! Disobey everything! Including the law of gravity. He was definitely not going to fold his clothes before going to bed! Ridcully was going to say, oh, you're a rebel, are you, what are you rebelling against, and