”Depape cleared his throat nervously. ”“Aye, Seafront, I’ve never been there,” Rhea said, moving forward again. “Places where the fabric of existence is almost entirely worn away. Depape might have done so if Her Nibs had been available, but that young beauty (actual name: Gert Moggins) had a ranch-job and wouldn’t be back until two nights hence.
Off to do their daily duty. “Fancied Jonas! By all the fiddling gods! Can you imagine it! Why, if they hung folk for bad taste in love, your auntie would go early, wouldn’t she?”Susan giggled, hugged her knees, and nodded. ”“All right. But this was no dream.
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