“C’mon, Kid, why mope on the rain?” I entreated Luna. “You’re Scottish. Claggy fields are your people.”
“Tongue ma fart-box, ya walloper,” she snarled.
“Aw, look. There’s patches of heather, under dreich skies. This is your wheelhouse, yes?”
“Shut ya geggie, ya numpty.”
December 10, 2019 at 08:06PM
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