"Why don’t we organise a special Family
Day like the Fascisti do and you can be the sacrificial offering. Spitted,
roasted and carved, yes?”
A long sigh escaped from the scrawny man’s quivering lips. His thin face was whiter than the streets of
French surrender flags that welcomed the German Blitzkrieg on its
relentless progression across northern France in recent weeks.“I’ll change, Mr Sorbay, I promise I will."
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