Plop!
V3 and Mr G were on their way to WTC when a soft sound and a howl of displeasure from Shaz drew their attention. Screwing her face with distaste, Shaz displayed a brownish blob that had landed on her arm while strolling under a shady tree.
“Yuck! How disgusting,” she exclaimed, gingerly holding out the arm from her body as far as she could manage.
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