AN EXTRACT FROM A PROJECT THAT NEEDS REMEDIAL WORK.
Turning to Bob, Josh gave some final advice,
“You were the only one of Her Crazyness's troops that had a hope in hell, and now you can go there and see what it's like for yourself!"
Josh drew himself up and a blood curdling cry gushed from his mouth – now that it was free of all vegetable encumbrance. He raised the carrot in both hands and as he drove its sharpened steel point deep into Bob's neck he smiled and said,
"Smoking can seriously damage your health"
(Pawn takes pawn)
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Harvesting parsnips in the bitter cold January morning, Rebecca felt a
wave of nausea wash over her. Already stooped to the ground, she
slumped forward onto her hands and knees knocking over the basket of
plump parsnips newly pulled from the frosty ground. She gazed at them
spilled across the earth. They were no longer parsnips sweetened by the
frost – they were bones drying in the feeble sunlight. Her heart seemed
to be falling, falling; her stomach felt hollow,
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Murder by vegetable? I must be hungry, I was thinking of glazed parsnips and carrots as scents from a fresh vegetable garden wafted by.
hello Anne, i hope Berlin is settling around you.
Not yet. We're moving to Potsdam, the move'll be mid-September. 45 minutes by train.
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