KITTY
The girl, squealing and moaning with laughter, is caught in four hands, thrown up into the air, swung like in a hammock and sent to the ocean.
- Bastards! Not fair together! If Moloch were with me…” she is offended, emerging.
Keith, hold on! I'm coming! Connors roars, knocking Louis off his feet. Other musicians also do not force themselves to beg. Just an infernal “heap-small” is brewed from arms, legs, heads, splashes, bubbles, laughter and obscenities. Keith prudently stays away from this dump of wet tattooed bodies, watching her with sparkling eyes. Tom gets out of the battlefield, swims up to her. With wet hair, she looks like a mermaid.
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