Rolape uncontrollably slept in the car. Just one little doze off..."Sariana! Sariana!" He looked dirty, he looked troubled, trotting in the bush ruffles."Sariana! Sariana!" He yelled out again, almost in tears- turning rims of the thick bush, rumpling leaves and twigs snapping. Until...He saw a building, one he would have to come out of the bush to see clearly, it was painted a pretty purple, a roof rough as time yet all quite still pretty; he got to the finish of the bush to access the house and found himself out of the stumpy path still quite unexpectedly without paying attention to the fly buzzing right next to his ear.The ground had been weeded, the clay around the house was clear, more like people resides in the house."Maybe I could ask them for water... A glass- or three!" he fantasized."With just a foot ahead, he saw: sitting at the edge in front, on a fell tree beside the house, his wife, Sariana." Sariana!" This cry cut o
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