THANKSREADING 2018: Absolute Prefection

Being a 13-year old, American farmboy dabbling in British humor for the first time, I can probably be forgiven for assuming it was a typo. For assuming it was a typo that went consistently unnoticed across a series of four novels, I can probably be considered an idiot. I thought his name was Ford Perfect. …

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