If he was going to end up with the outcasts, he could at least choose his fate.
His voice was like a whip cracking.
They were expecting great things of him.
There was nothing he could have done better.
I was just trying to help. Don’t be mad at me.
You don’t want to be left behind.
You look like a sheep when it has been shorn!
She knows what she is talking about.
You must be patient with her and she will come back.
She was there to make things better.
He had been through all of this before, and it was all familiar.
“Don’t like that,” he muttered. He would have to do something about it.
That’s enough disruption for today.
He did not always get it right.
They stood in line, quiet, embarrassed.
Now someone new and different had entered the territory.
It was her world, so familiar she took it for granted.
Gone Fishin’
What do you want me to do?
I didn’t mean to be cross.
It explains everything.
You know the feeling.
I’m so glad you were able to come.
It rattled me rather, I must confess.
That’s all there was about it.
It’s all dashed puzzling.
I spent the afternoon musing on Life.
You haven’t got a moment to waste.
Gone Fishin’
Would you desert a pal at a time like this?
This is the best thing that could have happened.
Yes, it was a peaceful sort of life.
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