maroochydore accommodation breath and turns up the drive where he kills the engine, lays an aching arm along the back of the seat. Bad arm day. He rubs it with his left hand as he turns to face her. “You know, kiddo, everybody can’t be a brain surgeon in this world. Somebody has to collect the garbage.
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