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I check on Ji-min. She’s awake. Wants out of the boot. Won’t take go back to sleep for an answer.
I lift her out and set her down on the car park.
“Plus I need a wee,” she says, dancing on the spot.
“Come on then,” I say leading her across the car park to the bright lights of the Mega Bowl.
She grabs my hand as we walk. I’m trying not to encourage it. Don’t want her to get too attached. But I let her have my hand this once.
I pull the door open. Make a beeline straight for the toilets.
It’s half-busy. The usual layout. A foyer, desk and a games arcade to the left, alongside a bar and a set of table and chairs where people can order fast food.
Then a dozen lanes at the far end. An ear-bashing blend of pop music, arcade machines and the hollow clatter of downed skittles.
I’ve bee
