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‘Gidday, Tim’ I said.

‘How was your holiday?’

He looked even blonder than before.

‘You were right. The volcano makes ’em strange,’ I chuckled.

‘Are you flying this thing?’

Irma crashed our little party.

‘Let’s get the hell outta here.’

Daniel was throwing our luggage out of the jeep. It was the first time I’d seen him smiling.

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