Deep-throat

For hours upon hours, I called out for Crow.

No answer, no sounds nothing at all.

A recluse most of the time, I tend to stay inside.

But outside I venture and find Crow coming up out of the throat of Mrs Bullington. Covered in bile and seeds, out came his little head.

He said, ‘Unique, Unique, she had taken the last Rolo!’

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