The Bourne Supremacy The nearest book to me right now happens to be the second book of a trilogy… page 123, second paragraph, three sentences:

“Concierge’s desk,” said a pleasant voice which did not sound Oriental; it was probably Indian.
“Am I speaking to the concierge?” asked Webb.
“You are, sir.”

Hey, it’s a meme… I’m sure y’all have more profound random sentences than these. Consider yourself tagged — that’s right, I tag the whole Internet, mmmwwaaa-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!

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