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I hate losing. And losing twice makes me madder still. So I should have known as soon as I saw you, but no, the rum went right to my head….
The sun comes into the room and they cover their eyes with their hands. Just beyond her, the outline of the tower of Revolution Square in Havana.
Selkie stories are the worst kind of stories. They’re always so formulaic.
You said you were having a sleepover, you say. Your daughter nods.