I lay half on the grass and half on the stones and reflected that this week would’ve had to really strain itself to be any worse.
“Wat th’hell is that?”
The artificial Christmas weather was still pretty beautiful, Anjin noted.
Nemo Spechall took the long way around the ex-lake.
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He was on Grandpa Hours now, and he wasn’t quite sure how that’d happened.
The railroad yard was a desolate place, and the fact that it seemed to stretch on forever didn’t help.