~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes. 93. Chicken “I am NOT a chicken!” nine year old Adi told his friends hotly.
But to be honest, he was nervous to go own up to his neighbour, grump old Mr. Barry. This was the second time in one week he had accidentally smashed two of the man’s windows with a cricket ball. The first time he had shouted so badly at Adi. It wasn’t Adi’s fault he could hit a ball that good. “Then go own up,’’ Divya stated calmly. “Your parents will just have to pay for the damages again.” “I am going,’’ Adi shot back with determination .
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