‘CAN SOMEONE PLEASE DISPOSE OF THIS I went to Hans-ome Cheeses and Bought This Cheese PLAQUE,’ Mrs Smith roared, kicking it with her talon straight at Netty’s face. ‘WE’LL DECIDE WHO WINS THE FINAL ROUND WHEN WE SEE HOW YOU’VE DONE WITH MY SHOPPING LISTS.’ And, with that, she flew out of the room, leaving a foul-smelling trail as she went.
I had Random.org select a % for me, and it choose 68%.
Flick shook her head, fear battling with curiosity. “Who are you?”
The woman’s smile didn’t move. It was as if she had learned to smile by studying a picture of someone else doing it; her mouth was the right shape, but her eyes were all wrong. They belonged to someoen who was thinking about where to bury you. “I am the Overseer.”
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