Bianca had just returned from the University and settled down at her desk, careful to see that her feet were placed on an elevated stool. Barry the biker’s old lady, Sylvie wandered in, her chunky bangles clinking as she placed a tall glass of lemonade on the table.

“You’re a lifesaver, Syl, “ breathed Bianca with feeling as she pushed her damp curls off her forehead. She was feeling the heat all the more and was now almost THERE, as she thought of it.

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