Kar draws his flint knife as I touch his muscled arm. “I agree, but let’s take a look.”
Trusting my knowledge, he nods.
We approach the weird obelisk, I with my pregnant waddle. “My scientific curiosity still wants to know how I got here, Mr. Hot Caveman.”
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