'How d'you manage to grow such whopping glads?' asked a neighbour admiringly. Ursula, who'd typed the script out, had said she'd loved it, but then she was paid to. There was a long pause as everyone did frantic sums to work out how much that now made their houses worth. The front door opened; it was Marcus.
''I can read, thank you,' snapped Cameron, running her eyes down the page. 'Car's here, Declan,' called Freddie from the hall. h (which in thiscase, at least, is stranger than fiction) they lived happily andprosperously ever after. 'There are going to be no more balls against boys' schools,' she announced.
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