Swinging For Compass
Monday, 15 November 2010
Richard's head popped over the cantina's ledge.
'Are you ready?'
'Ready for what?'
'The plane's going after all. Are you ready?'
'No, brew, I haven't even packed!'
'The plane's leaving in fifty-three minutes and you're sitting there having lunch?'
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