"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.
"Is that," folder whipped open, two photographs revealed, "That little person is (i)not(i) African. And that weapon or wha...
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