The Harbour: Chapter 2

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The egg slid from its pan and joined two strips of bacon atop the pile of toast. Wiri slapped another slice on top before he realised -
“Almost forgot the magic ingredient.”
Joel slid the sauce bottle across the breakfast counter, pulled up a stool next to him and eyed his own plate.
“Pretty flash, if I do say so myself.”
They bumped cans and chugged gulps of soda. Wiri burped, content.
“Nothing like a good feed after a day of mother nature…

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Finding my groove. Spreading my wings. Being inspired.

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