The Tourist
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Last published Mon, Aug 24, 2020
It is Annika's turn to go fetch the tourist at the Durban airport. The people at the resort don't like to ask her to do it. But they have no choice as the regular driver is sick and no one else is available to go. Let's hold thumbs they survive her!
Please note - Annika is Afrikaans speaking. English is her second language. Some of the stuff is intentional.
Still need to do some editing.
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