Polly cocked his head sideways, inspecting Adam, and scratched the feathers at the base of his beak with a careful foreclaw. “Come off it, you bastard,” said Polly unemotionally. Liza frowned at him. “Polly,” she said sternly, “that’s not polite.” “Bloody bastard!” Polly observed. Liza ignored the vulgarity.

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