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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.
Suddenly, Cici stops and appears to be looking under the old, gray, wooden dock. I slip my cell phone into the pocket of my tattered, blue jean shorts and run down the stairs heading to the dock. Cici was still staring under the dock when I ask, "Cici, what's wrong?"
Cici keeps her focus under the dock and starts to drag something from under the dock. Seaweed is hanging on the thing as she drags it into the orange canoe. She places her fingers on what appears to be the neck on a body and begins to check for a pulse. "What is it?" I asked seeing tears gently flowing down Cici's face.
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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.
Suddenly, Cici stops and appears to be looking under the old, gray, wooden dock. I slip my cell phone into the pocket of my tattered, blue jean shorts and run down the stairs heading to the dock. Cici was still staring under the dock when I ask, "Cici, what's wrong?"
Cici keeps her focus under the dock and starts to drag something from under the dock. Seaweed is hanging on the thing as she drags it into the orange canoe. She places her fingers on what appears to be the neck on a body and begins to check for a pulse. "What is it?" I asked seeing tears gently flowing down Cici's face.