ragged sputter

The Duke and his girls, his women, the singers, erupted with a bang into a loud argument, something fucking respect you son of a bitch, furious accusations, chairs suddenly shoved with the ragged sputter of a shove, inarticulate words explode unheard, bodies thrust between and through as a heavy metal drone buzzes behind under a throbbing drum beat hard.

Lord Malinov, Song of Songs

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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