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| e98c763 | "Fat Charlie went back to his hotel room, the colour of underwater, where his lime sat, like a small green Buddha, on the countertop. "You're no help," he told the lime. This was unfair. It was only a lime; there was nothing special about it at all. It was doing the best it could." | buddha fat-charlie gaiman green lime | Neil Gaiman | |
| 4410ac2 | Like all sentient beings, Fat Charlie had a weirdness quotient. For some days the needle had been over in the red, occasionally banging jerkily against the pin. Now the meter broke. | fat-charlie meter neil-gaiman quotient weirdness | Neil Gaiman |