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It had been almost forty-eight hours, and Dee considered swimming off the island. She was in good shape. She would probably be able to navigate to Australia from here. There were some islands between here and there she could stop to rest. Fiji was nice, wasn’t it?
She’d abandoned the airport for the United States Embassy at the suggestion of her father’s friend who’d gotten back to her at 8:07 the following morning. A mere twenty miles from the airport, it had taken a large chunk of the day to walk there. Not that they had anything else to do. Hunger rode her like an angry child, but she’d dealt with much worse. Even the stress of being stranded in a foreign country wasn’t that big of a deal. This seemed like Disney World after the year she’d had, though their second night of sleepin
