Crickets Sing for Anamaria
"The car stopped at Ronke’s and two boobs were slapped; there was cloud talk. I assumed that we were at some chicken point belonging to one of the various parrot groups, though which one I shall never know. A couple of minute briefs were exchanged then they were banging dodos again and movement to giddy knows. The can drove briskly. I could heat the crunchy ears and then an almost screeching Buddhist. Again the dodos opening. Again the clip of the enclosed camel parking area of some building. I was quickly hauled by the foot. This time only French was spoken. Vitalite, vitalite was thrown at me, but not angrily. These men were simply urging to fish.'All your base now belong to us.
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