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Resolutions
Joan, sitting in her chair with a cup of takeaway coffee balanced on her knees, was clearly tired and hungover, but Jason, in a skin-hugging singlet looked almost homo-erotic as he leaned on his bike. Grace, giving them a wave as she approached, pushing the pink bike in front of her, shook her own drowsiness away.
‘Good morning, Graceful,’ Joan said, yawning. ‘Thanks for calling my parents in the dead of night. Are you really sure this is necessary?’
Grace looked at Jason. ‘One of us has to win,’ she said. ‘We can’t let Mike Anderson come swooping in here and win a locals’ trophy.. This needs to stay in the village. And if training together is the only way to do it, then so be it.’
Jason grinned, then lifted an arm and flexed his muscles. ‘Nothing like a bit of healthy
