Jack Vettriano Back Where You Belong

Jack Vettriano Back Where You Belong
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'Ideal shpot, I'd shay.'
'Yes, I thought so,' said Rincewind bitterly. He set off, wondering how you attracted onions. After all, he thought, althoughyew tree,' said a voice beside him.
'Ah,' said Rincewind. 'Good.'
There was a long silence, except for the buzzing of the mosquitoes around Rincewind's ears.
He was standing perfectly still. He hadn't even moved his eyes.
Eventually he said, 'Excuse me.' you see them hanging in ropes on market stalls they probably don't grow like that, perhaps peasants or whatever use onions hounds or something, or ing songs to attract onions.There were a few early stars out as he started to poke aimlessly among the leaves and grass. Luminous fungi, unpleasantly organic and looking like marital aids for gnomes, squished under his feet. Small flying things bit him. Other things, fortunately invisible, hopped or slithered away under the bushes and croaked reproachfully at him.'Onions?' whispered Rincewind. 'Any onions here?''There's a patch of them by that old