Shoot the Bastards
Michael Stanley
"As Crys walked, all she could see were surreal shapes of trees and bushes and white images of impala and other animals that she couldn’t identify."
"As Crys walked, all she could see were surreal shapes of trees and bushes and white images of impala and other animals that she couldn’t identify."
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