“It’s great! I’ve got
a pocket for my phone, for my wallet, my keys, my palmtop, my ciggies, and even
some beef jerky.” Kell stretched out one
leg and then the other, displaying the wonders of his new pants.
“You’re a little too excited about those,” said Gav.
From overhead came the drone of a propeller plane, flying
low. A shadow swept across them,
followed by a thump as a large wooden box buried itself in the sand. It broke open, spilling dozens of pairs of
trousers. Kell and Gave blinked at each
other.
“What’s brand were those pants again?”
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