![]() ![]() ![]() That's when I realise Fallout has dug its radioactive claws into me yet again. Why do I need a shovel again? It comes back to me: I need a shovel because I want to dig up the unmarked graves in the cemetery where I was shot in the head by a post-apocalyptic gangster to see if there's anything useful in them. Something about this unbidden thought sets off alarm bells. As I pass a small hardware shop, I remember that I've been meaning to get a shovel, and wonder if it's worth picking one up now. ![]() I'm walking to the Post Office to post some packages. ![]()
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