Logbook of the Ship Atkins Adams
“It’s mayonnaise! He left mayonnaise in there. ”“ Why does the lid bulge? ”“ The carton of the orange juice is all bloated! ”“ Nothing can live in it, rodents or whatever. ”“ Why are the sandwiches moving ? “” Maggots? “” Maggots! “” Close that! Sleeps! That happens! “” I never get even an inch closer to this refrigerator, Chu. “” The stench is spreading! “” I can smell that up here! «: Whales low voice in the distance. “I don’t think that’s great at all.” “It’s death. Woe to those who saw death. The Bible. ”“ What are maggots? ”“ Should we just run the other way, really fast? ”“ I’m for. ”“ That’s what the rat or hamster probably smelled, ”Blott risks.
“Run!” Shrill receding voices, dancing lamp beams, wh ales lamp far ahead. After Stice and Incandenza each won a set, HaI ran into the locker room during recess to put Collyrium eye drops on his itchy eyes, and deLint made distorted noises on the steps as he pounded down the stands for a word Talking to Stice, who was crouching on the net post, holding up his left arm like a surgical surgeon and wiping it with a towel, Delint’s place next to Helen Steeply was taken by Vice Rector Thierry Poutrincourt, freshly showered, with a long face, one Non-citizen of the USA and tall Quebecer, former satellite professional with rimless glasses and a ski cap, the purple tone of which contrasted with the journalist’s hat just enough that the people behind them pretended to close their eyes because of the biting colors. The alleged fleet clerk introduced herself and asked Poutrincourt who the strong-browed youth was behind them at the end of the top one
Row of bleachers crouched, gestured, and spoke into his empty fist. “James Troeltsch from Philadelphia is better left alone to play sports commentator. He’s a strange and unfortunate man, ”said Poutrincourt, who, with her long face and cavernous cheeks, did not look overly happy either. Her slight shrug and the wandering gaze as she talked were not so dissimilar to Remy Marathes. “When we hear you are the journalist for glossy and perfumed gossip and trends magazines, we are told to be rude, but to me, I think I am friendly.
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