"Christ, he had a lot of shit," Matt kicked at a box, connecting with it and causing a cloud of dust to plume upwards, illuminated by the light from the open garage door.
"E ne e le khabetjhe ya mehlolo e tlolatlolang," Cassidy Ann a hlalosa. "e ile ya tlolatlola ka nna ya ya hodima sefate, ka hodima ntlo, le ka hara letangwana, hape ya nkisa hodimodimo marung.