4h ago
“In my next life,” I hear a young boy declaring, “I’ll be a Spitfire.
“Say what?”
It’s his oupa asking. The two of them are sitting at a small table in a coffee shop in town. Oupa is nursing a cappuccino, which sticks to his moustache, and the youngster a pannekoek and milkshake.
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