‘You quit followin’ me, Erroll Harris!’ I call over my shoulder, clutching my books to my chest. The girls told me over lunch, fellas like a chase and you can’t let them know you got eyes for a while. I think I messed that up already, but I’m gonna fix it. ‘You quit followin’ [ital:me]!’ […]
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Sunbathing in Siberia & West Wales

Michael A Oliver-Semenov

PUBLISHED ON: 05/06/14

CATEGORY: novella extract

It’s hard to believe that I am in the middle of this Wales tour already. My Russian wife Nastya and I arrived on 29 May after a twenty-one hour slings …

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