Amile
I haven’t slept well since my encounter with that big, bulky, scary man in the Devil’s Den. Dan said he was family. I'm sure he told me all about his family and not once hand he mentioned this Dominique geezer.
I could tell he was from France, I could tell by his foreign accent. I knew that Dan and Deon also came from France, but I’m not sure where. They moved here over fifteen years ago. This all seems very fishy.
Dan and Deon had tried to teach me French but it was useless, I couldn’t pick up on it. I know that they had taught me the basics that I had already been taught at school but a little more, they said it was hopeless. I barely grasped English and I was born and bred here. So how was I supposed to understand a completely different language?’
But this guy.
Shit.
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