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troll like Rock or Morry, who had a way with words. Basically, he’d never needed much of what you might call a vocabulary. He kicked despondently at the sand. What chance did he have with a smart lady like her?
There the troll suggested, i.e., a candle-lit human for two, although of course that sort of thing wasn’t done any more now, at least if there was any chance of being caught.
She shouldn’t narrow her eyes and catch him a ding across the ear that made his eyeballs rattle.
‘You stupid troll!’ she shouted, as Detritus staggered around in a circle. ‘What you do that for? You think I unsophisticated girl just off mountain? Why you not do it right?’was a thump of heavy feet, and the door opened. The object of desire stepped out into the night and took a deep breath, which had the same effect on Detritus as an ice cube down the neck. He gave his rock a panicky look. It didn’t seem anything like big enough now, when you saw the size of her. But maybe it was what you did with it that mattered. Well, this was it. They said you never forgot your first time . . . He wound up his arm with the rock in it and hit her squarely between the eyes. That’s when it all started to go wrong. Tradition said that the girl, when she was able to focus again, and if the rock was of an acceptable standard, should immediately be amenable to whatever