"Well, I wasn' gonna leave the little guy all by himself in there. It wasn' so bad. Quieter than the prison suite of the Hong Kong Hilton a houseful of my family, anyway. I wrote a lot of letters."
"Nosy bints?" Sam asked, trying to hide her amusement. "And feel free to rant at me anytime. Or we could just go blow something up in the shop room. It almost always makes me feel better."
Sam grinned back, happy at having found a kindred soul. "We may be having a class on explosives sometime soon, if you want to try and stop by. If not, I'll set something up. It'd be fun to actually blow something up on purpose..."
"Cool--Mondays and Wednesdays, first and second periods." She checked her watch. "Ooh, gotta go. Government class and all the glories of the President today." She waved and walked out.
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like if your grandmother pickets your house, there's always Hong Kong."Re: Third Period
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Run from the British secret police and Chinese gangstersThe street markets are swerval. That's where I got my bird, Fish."Re: Third Period
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the prison suite of the Hong Kong Hiltona houseful of my family, anyway. I wrote a lot of letters."Re: Third Period
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Hey, it wasn't about anyone's love life. That meant it had to be better than any other conversations she'd had so far that day.
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