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Posted by sdfsd fdhtr on August 26, 2019 at 3:26 0 Comments

It was a raw spring morning and his eyes were still smarting and weak. Again! Again! Again! A voice from beyond the world was calling. Aubrey carried a whistle dangling from his buttonhole and a bicycle lamp attached to his belt while the others had short sticks thrust daggerwise through theirs. There was the smell of evening in the air, the smell of the fields in the country where they digged up turnips to peel them and eat them when they went out for a walk to Major Barton's, the smell there… Continue


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