We’d had some minor postprandial necking in the car, in the course of which I’d wondered if he was uncomfortable kissing in a sitting position.
the postprandial walking around and going into houses where the welcome light was on that he had inculcated in Tsau. He had gotten the idea for it out of Tolstoy’s Sebastopol Sketches
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In the postprandial heat of midday no human inhabitants may be seen at all
ooh i like this