I say to Hat, 'this is good shit'. Hat groans, almost inaudibly. We are on a walk , Pili disobediently strays ahead and vanishes into rows of pruned tea, all we can see of her is her yellow tail wagging furiously above the trimmed green, a submarine's periscope, an antenna. And we are collecting shit. [...]
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