“ “ “ “ “
“What?” he exclaimed, as the turtle tipped the truck over, as his
friend asked him something he didn't quite catch,” she narrated,
and continued narrating her story to her voice-recorder, pacing to
and fro in her sweltering flat, stark naked,” he told to an
assembly of drooling, drunk spies,” he finished, concluding a night
of heavy story-telling,” she said, not sure where she had lead her
audience...”
Sunday, 28 February 2016
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