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“Just what Christ is the fact?” arrives the brand new cry on the compost restroom, just before David can make an excellent flapping log off from bluish piece one to caters to to own a doorway. Fredy interrupts just what he’s undertaking — specifically, evicting a-swarm of ants out of my rucksack — giving their professional view. “Wolf examine,” he tells us, while we peer in the curtain in the hairy creature squatting robustly to the wood seat. Read more