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Cheph111 chapter eleven 11 : 
Cheph111 chapter eleven 11 : 
 
STOKKER in the house. 
He walked past the brown olive tree again without a glance the thing was already 
dying and withered there had been no olives there and with a word and a look of 
disdainfull glee the stokker had destroyed the tree. The olive tree was unfrozen 
the climate on MARS was always cold but never freezing.  The house was near 
now in the distance the airlock loomed like a menace on the horizon stokker 
upon entering the airlock found to his astoney that the pants he was wearing to 
hike in had BALLONED to a great size and he looked just like a harem scarem 
foreigner making all the ladies smile. The MRS. Of the house almost screamed 
at him GET THOSE pants off and get them off now. 
TO be continued When stokker had eaten she brought him his pack. NO not 
another bite eye have to walk back he was saying eyeing that FULL field bag with 
some barbaric concern of a nordic ancestor playing havoc in the snows of all the 
past mistakes. She said eye have to attach the food bags NO he smiled. WHEN 
the MarYlin and the charlax and the MATRON all have come back with me then. 
Then he smiled feed them and me again. 
OKAY she smiled at him for stokker was quite the profile. 
Until next CHAPTER stay tuned don't touch that mouse and smile.

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