“This is all rot!” he declared angrily. She looked at him as he fingered a small switch on the side of the helicopter’s door. He was a shy boy outwardly but she knew him better in his thoughts, in which perhaps she had already taken upon the role of lover. She came in while he was still in the throes, conviction battling with commonsense, his own apprehension. “Hi John. He was there concealed, waiting her return. A door slammed.
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