Quote of the Night

Diving breifly beneath the foam, Eric's pet lizard 'Floss' reminded him how far it had been. Not three weeks ago they had begun their epic journey and yet, here they were, gawking at the shores of Lake Baikal, the foam whizzing over their heads like so many storm-fed quail. Between the sighs, Eric caught sight of a short Russian girl, who we will soon discover, was not the remnants of the old quail cake that the word 'custard' may have us believe.

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