GÖNÜL HANIM'S RAID
While the morning sun was pouring cheerfully into the room, Selin and Murat were woken from the most peaceful sleep of their lives by the most terrifying sound of their lives. Click… Clack… Creeeeak! Selin shot out of bed like an arrow from a bow. Her heart was pounding in her throat. "My mother!" she groaned in a whisper, her eyes fixed on the door in horror. "She's using the spare key! We're done for!" Murat jolted upright in a panic, tangled in the sheets. "What? How? She's opening the door? I thought I'd retired from being a ghost — why are we still hiding?" "Murat, hide! Now!" Selin looked around desperately. But the room was a complete battlefield. The spoils of yesterday's shopping were everywhere — enormous bags, Murat's newly bought XL shirts, trousers still with tags attached
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