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Andre stares into the distane
Thats nasty is uttered by a man as he emposes his views on sterilisation with us
You hear a french voice softly say "okk guys"
U force ur hands into a pair of worn battered work gloves and begin to remove seaweed once again from mouldy rubbers.
The clock ticks by as the smell of smoke fills the air and u become unaware of the droning conversation in russian happening mere feet away from you.
I feel a cold wind on my face as I force the blade of my knife aggresivly against the seaweed roots whilst trying to disucss world problems with a sadistic welshman hellbent on castrating the worlds population