>>15324224"ZANLA could be here" she thought, "I've never been in this neighbourhood before. There could be terrorists anywhere." The cool wind felt good against her bare thighs. "I HATE TERRORISTS" she thought. "Rhodesians never die" reverberated from the transistor radio attached to the giraffe saddle, making it pulsate even as the $9 rooibos circulated through her powerful thick veins and washed away her (merited) fear of terrorists after dark. "With a giraffe, you can go anywhere you want" she said to herself, out loud.
