You can tell books and plays and such that are older than maybe 150 years or so were written by the wealthy because who the fuck sets a formal service in the dining room and warms their plates? If it's tea time I just need me kettle and mug and I'm dandy, if it's dinner time I got nice plates actually but they came from a box on the curb and I'm handing it to ye to eat where ye maye
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