Page 53 - Tomcats in Paradise
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“Yeah, right.” Billy Bob wandered off in search of the unfamiliar
herb. He found a sturdy specimen sprouting between the spokes of a
rusty bicycle wheel. He inhaled its curiously sharp bouquet, then
tentatively nibbled at the greenest young shoots poking out near his
face.
Billy’s upper lip curled back. “This is really bitter!” he grumbled
under his breath, but kept on chewing, determined not to let the
others see his discomfort.
