Living here, a man can't help but cultivate the enterprising eye of a scavenger. A humble tin can, a discarded bicycle tyre—it all becomes useful fodder.
Now, if indeed I recovered your equipment from the debris, why would I bother responding to this request?
[ Sholmes sits back in his chair and props his feet up on the box of the machine in question, scribbling away at his journal. ]
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Now, if indeed I recovered your equipment from the debris, why would I bother responding to this request?
[ Sholmes sits back in his chair and props his feet up on the box of the machine in question, scribbling away at his journal. ]