James Bond: the spy who bored me
Perhaps Ian Fleming should have made his thrillers a little more mundane…
Bond burst through the door and opened fire. His first victim slumped to the floor; his second gave a grunt, as if he’d been punched in the guts, and toppled like a sack of wet sand. The third man, however, had vanished from view. Bond took cover behind a pillar. Silence. All was still. If he could just—
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