Can I get the usual?”
“Sure thing.” The shopkeeper went in the back and returned with a roll of liquorice. “How dare you talk to me like that!? XXX He hated the fisherman, he was old and smelly, and he wasn’t a nice person behind closed doors. “Well, then it’s about time I teach you a fucking lesson!”
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Enoch had awoken to the sounds of shouting and screaming. They had been sent away because of the shortage of food at home, and while food was abundant here, Enoch was unhappy. She heard his grunts and groans as he climaxed, and would always scold herself for just sitting idly by and allowing it to happen. He missed his mother and father, his friends who had all also been sent away because of the war.
