...but I don't enjoy it, not one little bit. HOWEVER, there was a bat out in the middle of the path in broad daylight, sort of scritching and twitching around on the ground, then huddling down with a small shiver, its wings askew. And my People came to me and said "please, please come kill the bat," and there was a large rock nearby and so.
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That's what happens when you turn left. Where'd that go, anyway ?
I thought I'd rewrite that and see if I could sell it. You want the good stuff, you gotta pay.
I see. It's that American entrepreneur thing.
Too bad the French don't have a word for that... ;)
They're going to start calling you "The Cleaner".
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