The green sun set was still far off, but it was already dropping below any temperature that he could stand. The days had been getting increasingly colder, strange to think that last year around this time it was well above a hundred.
"The machines must be back on again," he thought to himself. He had passed by the great workshop a few months ago to collect the bugs that always swarmed there. He had at least a few weeks supply left, probably longer considering he rather go hungry than to eat those dry squishy things. He felt like he was eating his shoes, again. He decided that he better…
- "Canterbury tales" by Geoffrey Chaucer
- How people effect Pip and are effected by himre, in Great Expectations by Dickens
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