Mort gazed innocently at the two shirtless young men who looked to be in their early twenties. Their shorts, slung low under flabby bellies, reached their knees. Thin, hairy white legs ended in black leather boots and short socks. One had breasts to rival Perditas, but less perky; the other was pigeon-chested with a large gold cross hanging between pale nipples. Both needed a shave. Both were grinning unpleasantly.
Im sorry, Mort, Angelo said, undoing his safety belt so he could lean across to close the passenger door. buy cake online This bit of forest seems large but its just a tiny pocket of regrowth left behind after being logged because its no good for farming. The topsoil eroded so half the original plants disappeared along with the animals and birds that needed them. We hadnt a chance of finding anything to eat.
You saved my life, Fystie.
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