fire my afterburners

“The whole package includes the wrapper,” said Brian, “and if she doesn’t fire my afterburners, what’s the fucking point?”
“What is the fucking point?” asked Richard.
“Hell if I know,” said Brian, “but I have to get my rocks off.”
“Don’t get married,” said Ed. “Seven three.”
“Shit,” said Brian. “Don’t marry Mags, you mean.”
“I’m telling you. But don’t mind me. You’ll find out.”

Lord Malinov, Journals of Lord Malinov

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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