NEW JERSEY WAS 40,000 FEET below me, obscured by cloud cover. Heaven was above me, beyond the thin skin of the plane. And hell was sitting four rows back. Okay, maybe hell was too strong. Maybe it was just purgatory.
Evanovich, Janet - Explosive Eighteen
Perhaps it's not fair to call it trash, but when bracketed by Charles Dickens, I'm not sure what to call it.
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