“Your lot will strip the countryside bare”. My mate looked at me in the eye, a flash of anger passed across his face. I wager he’d been waiting to say this to me for some time and was now itching for a fight. “Is that what you think”? I retorted and changed the subject, swiftly.
I’ve referred to myself a forager for around…
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