Mrs. Esme Hoggett:
Are you doing him tonight then?
Farmer Hoggett:
Mmm.
Mrs. Esme Hoggett:
Good. The blood'll drain by morning.
Farmer Hoggett:
Pity...
Mrs. Esme Hoggett:
What's that?
Farmer Hoggett:
Nothing.
Mrs. Esme Hoggett:
What on Earth are you babbling on about?
Farmer Hoggett:
...Shame, to miss out on the best ham prize at next year's fair, is all. Nice plump haunches he's getting... Beautiful. Still... silly to wait, I suppose.
[Esme stares at him]
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05/03/2025 alle ore 12:30