Out ouf the Chocolate Box (22)

‘Hello, Liesel, it’s not working. Captain Fahrer’s depressed as ever. I don’t know how much lower moral can get. Do you realize this’s the fifth time we’ve visited this planet? In as many months?’ Smith stamped the ground. ‘Every time he climbs that mountain, he comes down even more depressed. I can’t take it any longer.’

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Out of the Chocolate Box (20)

I hide in the hollow of a log. It is damp and mossy and smells funky. Night falls. The crickets chirp, owls hoot, the other animals growl, squeak and squawk. I am cold, hungry, and all alone in the dark.

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Out of the Chocolate Box (14)

Last Friday, no different from every other Friday, Clarke, the robot streamed Queen through the quadraphonic amplified speakers, and we clapped, stomping our feet in the air to the beat. Nathan screwed up his dark face and mimed the chords on his air guitar:
‘Another one bites the dust! Doof! Doof!’ Liesel whooped while I raised my hands to cheer.

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Out of the Chocolate Box (11)

As I negotiated the now lime green corridors on the Sister Ship, I met a willowy young mother, Monica and her two-year-old son. Her boy was so cute with Mediterranean features, olive complexion, wide brown eyes and a tumble of dark curls. Dr Mario’s, Minna had told me. Poor Liesel, the blonde, I mean, Monica, had won that battle.

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