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... an plates, dishes, table, and floor. I was in the middle of that when it became a moot point.
“Fish oil. Your order of fish oil.”
I blinked. True... we WERE out of fish oil; I suppose I’d need to learn new recipes to make use of it.
“Oops!” she said, dropping the barrel. The lid came off, and it got EVERYWHERE.
“Gyah, my eye!”
“Burn, godless heathens!” cried someone. I saw a torch arc into the room, and then it was hard to see anything.
“Burn, burn ...
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