Her eardrums were burning with the echoes of those hideous shouts. The season was ripe for mating, she thought to herself bitterly. ‘You don’t mean to say she’s here?’ ‘Was,’ Gerald corrected. He's the only native I trust in these parts. ” Dessert was served.
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