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The truck shows no signs of stopping. In fact, it might be speeding up. A horn blares. The right wheel is aimed directly at me, the left at Theresa’s glasses, which are still skipping and swirling over the pavement, buffeted by the howling gales that cyclone around us. There’s nothing to be done except save myself, and I leap back onto the sidewalk…just as the glasses are given their most violent wind-whipping yet. They sail skyward, hurdling the truck and crashing to the ground right at my feet. I reach out to grasp them…
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4 comments:
Wilderer's Pinotage grappa is very, very useful stuff.
And I've never had a properly cooked-to-order piece of meat in the country.
I dare not ask: useful for what?
As for cooked-to-order meat, I had some, but it was more than the exception than the rule.
Useful for an easy digestif in the Cape. Was yours wooded? That bottling used to be wooded, but I'm not sure now.
The web site says it's barriqued indeed, but I could swear it was clear. I didn't take a picture, though.
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