BryAn T Stoneway clutched his airline ticket and passport with a haunt look. His visit to his company's associates in Cornwall had gone well enough, apart from having to eat the Cornish pasty and then to pretend he'd liked it so as not to offend. He was longing to be back on US soil where he could buy some proper taffy and head for a hotcake house and get a stack laden with crispy bacon and maple syrup.
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