Monday, 17 December 2007
Day 17
Selema didn't put up much of a fight. Just sighed and said, 'oh, alright. Fine.' They marched her, the brothers and father a small army unto themselves, towards where they had parked their seven-seater family van. Fin didn't know what to do. He didn't want to stay in the doorway alone for the rest of the night, but he couldn't go home until at least tomorrow, so he followed the pack, a few steps behind, with the dog.
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I hope you're planning an early addition for the day you fly home. We can't go without our serial, you know.
or our cereal. that too...
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