She froze, staring over his... «Going Postal (play)»

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  CherryVamp

  31 марта 2013

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  She froze, staring over his shoulder. He saw her right hand scrabble frantically among the cutlery and grab a knife. ‘That bastard has just walked into the place!’ she hissed. ‘Readier Gilt! I’ll just kill him and join you for the pudding... ’ ‘You can’t do that!’ hissed Moist. ‘Oh? Why not?’ ‘You’re using the wrong knife! That’s for the fish! You’ll get into trouble!’

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