Don’t give me that jive. I know where you were last night.
I was interofficed the memo.
The trail to the Forks follows a disused toteroad, abandoned by the lumbermen some fifty years ago or more, but still very superior as to width and undeviousness.
“I want some real food,” Binta angrily said. “Like fufu and egusi soup.”
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