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glanced at the small wooden punnet in the wizard's hands.
'In mid-winter?'
'Actually, they're sprouts with a dash of enchantment.'
They taste like strawberries?'
Cutwell mind, it's you again, pointing out to yourself that the chances of the princess even contemplating you know with this fellow are on the far side of remote.
Go away, thought Mort. His subconscious was worrying him. It appeared to have a direct line to parts of his body that he wanted to ignore at the moment.
'Why are you here?' he said aloud. 'Is it something to do with all these pictures?'sighed. 'No, like sprouts. The spell isn't totally efficient. I thought they might cheer the princess up, but she threw them at me. Shame to waste them. Be my guest.'Mort gaped at him.'She threw them at you?''Very accurately, I'm afraid. Very strong-minded young lady.'Hi, said a voice in the back of Mort's
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