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Precisely five days later, Adrian descended from the helicopter which would take Harry back to the mainland. He was wearing a twill weave coat from the city and he couldn’t care less about the cold wind.
‘Harry, in five days you must have lost about six pounds,’ he sneered.
‘On this island there is nothing to eat and nothing to do,’ the other explained, irritated. Then he jumped into the helicopter before Adrian could arrive to a logical conclusion about what Harry had said and pommel Harry to death.
Adrian laughed and came to kiss me.
‘Beautiful hat, my love,’ he teased.
The sun had already set, it was very cold. The wind was blowing as though it had something against me.
‘Hello, Karen,’ he greeted, taking me by the arm. ‘You also look a bit shabby. Do you all only f**k on this
