A group of boys entered and walked over to me. Sherwin was one of those boys. Of course, when they realized I was reading Harry Potter, they laughed a...t me. One of them even pushed me, trying to make me lose my temper. He succeeded. I pushed him back. He grabbed my book and threw it against the wall. I felt so angry I swear I could have shot him if I had a gun. My brother Sherwin looked at me with pity. When they left, one of the boys told me to get a life. When my anger subsided, I sat back. The full revelation would come when the band was up and running. We did "Morning Has Broken" and a few holiday songs. Nonetheless, Julia was duly impressed, and clapped heartily after each song."I can't wait to see the two of you up on stage," she gushed."Neither can we," Mom smiled. "It's about time."Indeed, there was an aura of hope surrounding this year's Thanksgiving. Problems were still apparent, but there was a sense that things would get much better, very soon.Of course, Julia and I. What few remained ran back across the ford. They put up a white flag and Tartrha met them. They wanted to gather up their wounded and dead. We helped them to find them and took them over the river. We had to destroy thirty odd horses that were too badly hurt, but we recovered and kept sixty-eight.”David looked at him. “What was our butcher’s bill?” he asked softly.Sultar hesitated before replying, “Twelve Gurkhas and five Australians killed and twenty-seven wounded, mostly Gurkhas. Most of the. "Did you bring it?"The Russian hesitated and then held up a leather case, a soft satchel of the sort preferred by middle class bankers and lawyers. He took one backward glance over his shoulder and with his mind made up, stepped forward quickly, meeting the two Germans at the statue as they'd previously arranged. It was all going as planned, even better than that perhaps, given the fog surrounding their clandestine meeting."You have the money?" the Russian asked."Here," the man said softly,.
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