08-28-2018, 04:25 AM
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"Believe me, that's not something that excites me," Dustin said after catching his breath. The acidic smell wafting up out of the bucket made him gag. Ohhh, he missed the days of flushing toilets. "Either we stay and I get turned into a baby machine, or we take our chances out in the wildscape where Rotters might eat us and bandits might capture us. And if bandits catch us, I'll be made into a breeding factory anyway. Nothing feels like a winning scenario, Sin." Even without his friend's hand directly over his stomach, the gesture was comforting. The fact Sin didn't go running or outing Dustin to the fellowship when he found out was a testament to his loyalty.
Most people in the fellowship mistook Sin for a dimwitted brute, but behind closed doors--well, behind draped sheets--he was a gentle genius with a heart of gold. They were friends in college before the fallout. A love of cars sparked their initial friendship. Dustin wanted to race them while Sinclair wanted to fix them up. Dustin promised to make Sin the chief mechanic on his team when he finally made it into the world of Formula One racing. Monte Carlo was the dream. These days, the dream was finding shoes with intact soles or dog meat that didn't already have worms.
Whose bright idea was nuclear war?
Most people in the fellowship mistook Sin for a dimwitted brute, but behind closed doors--well, behind draped sheets--he was a gentle genius with a heart of gold. They were friends in college before the fallout. A love of cars sparked their initial friendship. Dustin wanted to race them while Sinclair wanted to fix them up. Dustin promised to make Sin the chief mechanic on his team when he finally made it into the world of Formula One racing. Monte Carlo was the dream. These days, the dream was finding shoes with intact soles or dog meat that didn't already have worms.
Whose bright idea was nuclear war?
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