Meg and Belch were doing a job. Meg and Belch sounded like some sort of comedy double act. But it wasn’t. There was nothing funny about breaking into a pensioner’s flat. Raptor was slobbering on Meg’s boots. ’Do we relly need the mutt?’ she hissed, wiping her dripping boot in the flowerbed. Belch turned away from the window. Piggy eyes glared out from under gelled spikes of hair. ’Listen, Finn, ’he whispered. ’Raptor is no mutt. He is a pure breed, from a long line’. Meg rolled her eyes. [download]
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