1 – Another of E. Phillip Oppenheim’s works has been added to the Mala Fide e-library, Mr. Grex of Monte Carlo.
B – It’s time for Mala Fide dotcom’s annual Thermidorian hiatus. This year’s break will extended into Fructidor and Sansculottides. See vous-autre in a couple of months.
Vous ne nous effrayez pas, porc-chiens anglais!
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Voldemort is Harry’s father.
Ginny is a man.
Ron is Keyser Soze.
Harry was dead the whole time.
Forget it, Harry. It’s Hogsmeade.
First rule of magic club, you don’t talk about magic club.
Hermione got the black spot.
Poirot revealed that they all killed Dumbledore.
The whole thing happened in an autistic kid’s snow globe.
Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans are people.
The press is demonizing me.
The diet soda balances it out.
It’s performance art.
It was the caffeine talking.
That which does not kill us…
Two words. West Coast Rap.
It was soooo shiny.
Pain is weakness leaving the body.
My Roomba ate it.
I’m no Stanley Hawking.
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"History will be kind to me for I intend to write it."
If he were your husband, he’d drink it.
The US Declaration of Independence.
He has erected a multitude of New Offices, and sent hither swarms of Officers to harass our people and eat out their substance.
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