
B was written, if shakily, but she balked on the next one. She sighed. "'Sit th'curvy one, or the one wi' angles? Swear, could take half o'these out an' still do jes fine. What's th'need fer so many what sound near th'same?"
And there it was, the complaint she'd ever-so-patiently been holding.
And there it was, the complaint she'd ever-so-patiently been holding.