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The minute the driver stopped at our bungalow’s driveway, we thanked him and entered our beautiful cabin. As much as I was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to sleep, I knew Harper would not have any of it. And I was right. The moment she locked the door behind her, the Harpie Harper was in her full mode.
„Spill!” She ordered, crossing her arms over her chest.
I groaned and plopped down on the couch in our living room. I know better than to object to her demands. Bossy Harper is scary Harper. And she always gets what she wants, one way or another.
„What do you want to know?” I muttered, leaning my back on the couch.
„Everything!” She exclaimed and jumped on the sofa next to me.
„Can I at least have a shower?” I pleaded, „I’m sticky and feel sand in my private area. An
