It's the kind of day you might come across a corpse, we agree, as we walk out on Dartmoor. It's the kind of day someone might come across our corpses.
God's watching us, W. says, can you see? But I can see nothing but the overcast sky.
It's the kind of day you might come across a corpse, we agree, as we walk out on Dartmoor. It's the kind of day someone might come across our corpses.
God's watching us, W. says, can you see? But I can see nothing but the overcast sky.
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