Fiddler On The Balconey
Fiddler On The Balconey
‘Who’s that on the top balcony? I haven’t see them at the pool yet. Are they new?”
Jane’s question reached me through my comatose state me. I cracked open one eye to peer at her and weigh up whether or not to move. She was facing the balcony she was staring at while I was lay in the opposite direction. I was sprawled in an almost stupor in the afternoon heat, only moving to shift my sun-bed…
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