OOM: March, 2014
Jack's voice is a low growl. "Move it."
The first shove is a gentle nudge, a suggestion. The second is much harder. "Dammit, just move, will you?"
"Need help?"
Jack turns, peering over the large rump of the horse he's trying to move, spotting one of the other members of the cleanup crew. Dale, about ten years his junior and way too chipper for ( Read more... )
The first shove is a gentle nudge, a suggestion. The second is much harder. "Dammit, just move, will you?"
"Need help?"
Jack turns, peering over the large rump of the horse he's trying to move, spotting one of the other members of the cleanup crew. Dale, about ten years his junior and way too chipper for ( Read more... )
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