“Do you have any fish that is *raw*?”
“No ma’am. We can’t do that. Um: health regulations.”
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“I’ll make do on my own, then. Come here little fishie. Come to ma-ma.”
She was kind of cute, if a little weird, he was thinking on his break in back of the food van, not seeing how Wendy had subsequently gotten the meat for her chips.
Sunklands 