Part 29 - Dancing with the Devil
Thirty quid was what Sylvie had given me from the hat, and with that I managed to get a cheap room for the night in a bed and breakfast, and a sausage roll from the corner shop. Without luggage or anything to worry about sorting, I climbed into the tiny shower cubicle and rinsed off the salt and sand from my feet as the water rained down over me. The last thing I wanted was to turn up a sweaty, smelly mess. Or actually, the last thing I wanted was to turn up and have it all have been a joke and Sylvie to have been pulling my leg. Oh man, I hoped I could make this work. I brushed my damp hair with my fingers to try unburden it from some most of the knots and tangles. I was bare faced and in the same outfit I had been wearing for quite some time, but at least I didn't smell - I hop
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