Page 18 - Julie Thorley Nine Lives book
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The Big Sheep
stir. You could take the tension in the air and mould it into a souvenir. Behind me, Denny drops a plate and the noise brings me back to my senses.
‘Sorry, sister. There’s two things I don’t get involved with: children and animals. You want my advice? Your sheep will probably nd their own way home and bring their cute little tails with them. I suggest you do the same.’
I hate a long goodbye, so I just grind my cigarette into the ashtray, stand up and walk back out into the rain.
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