“I think you’ve told us that before, Mr. Magundi,” said Brielle, the art student, who dresses all in black, and whose hips keep sliding out from under her.
“I’d hate to think that I never repeated myself,” Mr. Magundi replied. “Even if it were true, I’d never admit it. It would be tantamount to admitting that I never said anything worth quoting.”
“No one but you uses the word ‘tantamount,’” said Brielle, and her hips shifted suddenly to the left.