Earles thinks I am a little mad, and between ourselves I am not sure about it myself. The sun was setting when she carried the metal garbage can to the curb with their remains in it, where they sat underneath the stale chocolate cake that Sheila had thrown away and a pile of mildewy lettuce. Entering the workshop, he found the blacksmith occupied in heating the tire of a cart wheel. ‘How is this? Proo-den-ss. And son of a pig,’ she grunted, baring her teeth. Very intelligent, by the looks of the books she was carrying. Wood fared still worse.
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