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And there it was, as it was every day, a deep thumping sound seemingly coming through the floor boards of his double story white washed house in a forgotten village in North Africa. How he hated that sound, but in spite of his irritation and growing hatred for that particular noise, he suddenly smiled broadly and yawned long and lazily. Then he, rather violently, threw the single sheet off his naked, thin and hideous body, jumped out of bed and opened his bedroom window shutters; hard, so they banged against the outside walls. If the village loved noise, he thought, then he would give them noise, by the hand of Allah, he knew how to make more ferocious sounds than anyone.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
And there it was, as it was every day, a deep thumping sound seemingly coming through the floor boards of his double story white washed house in a forgotten village in North Africa. How he hated that sound, but in spite of his irritation and growing hatred for that particular noise, he suddenly smiled broadly and yawned long and lazily. Then he, rather violently, threw the single sheet off his naked, thin and hideous body, jumped out of bed and opened his bedroom window shutters; hard, so they banged against the outside walls. If the village loved noise, he thought, then he would give them noise, by the hand of Allah, he knew how to make more ferocious sounds than anyone.