Coffee?" Santangelo calls down to us. We both look up. He,Ben, and Raffy are hanging over the side.

"Is it espresso?" Anson Choi asks behind us.

"Freshly percolated," Ben answers. "You should see the gadgets they have up here."

Anson Choi aims a begging look at Griggs.

"You want to sell out over a coffee?" Griggs asks him with disgust.

"They've got muffins as well," I tell them. "Double chocolate chip. His mum made them."

Griggs gets up and holds out a hand to me. "Truce.

Autore: Melina Marchetta

Coffee?" Santangelo calls down to us. We both look up. He,Ben, and Raffy are hanging over the side.<br /><br />"Is it espresso?" Anson Choi asks behind us.<br /><br />"Freshly percolated," Ben answers. "You should see the gadgets they have up here."<br /><br />Anson Choi aims a begging look at Griggs.<br /><br />"You want to sell out over a coffee?" Griggs asks him with disgust.<br /><br />"They've got muffins as well," I tell them. "Double chocolate chip. His mum made them."<br /><br />Griggs gets up and holds out a hand to me. "Truce. - Melina Marchetta




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