"Why didn't you spray?"
"It's flower smell."
"Mom. Can't you get something more manly?"
Said to be the sundial of savages, the shadows where one can read the absence of the thing represented. Only during daylight of course.
It was a long way until then. "It's more like the end of that book," an eye glance in the direction of a knapsack's c...
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