"There he is." The not-quite elderly (yet haggard) woman jumped at the pounding on the door. "Get'n the bed and lose those bloomers." From the force of his fist, she wagered there were pent-up pipes in need of cleansing. The knock was hard enough to rattle the flimsy wooden door and the cheap wattle that made the walls of the one-room shack. "Whatever y'need, mum," Marin smiled. From
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