Maratse found a seat at the window with a view of the harbour and the larger growlers of ice trapped beneath the mooring lines running between the dinghies and trawlers. Nujakina ordered fries and cola from the fourteen-year-old serving behind the counter, then slid the greasy paper trays onto the table in front of Adriana.
“Twice fried chips,” she said …
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