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“Or an improbability,” he added. “That’s the other word. An improbability of puffins. But I don’t like that so much; there’s nothing improbable about puffins, there’s billions of the damn things.”

“Well, cute or not, he needs to be with his loomery.”
“His what?”
“His loomery. It’s the name for a group of puffins.”
“A loomery of puffins,” said Polly. “That’s lovely. It sounds like one of those really weird independent albums my ex used to buy.”