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The weeds raked in a pile, they took them to the large rusty wheelbarrow. Steven wheeled it off to their makeshift but sturdy compost heap.
"Mushrooms!" Maria grinned. "Go nicely with the rice and jerky." She picked them up and examined them gingerly.
"They're ok." She tramped happily back to their sealed Nissen hut, her yellow suit gleaming in the deepening dusk.
"Mushrooms!" Maria grinned. "Go nicely with the rice and jerky." She picked them up and examined them gingerly.
"They're ok." She tramped happily back to their sealed Nissen hut, her yellow suit gleaming in the deepening dusk.