Flaky is nearly back. Or so he tells me. I wandered down the seafront to see if I could see the big ship he is on, but I could see nothing on the horizon except a big dot. When Flaky sends me these great pictures of the sea, I feel a bit jealous, but then what is to wake up to an endless desert of water? Was it ever as great as I imagined it to be as a child?
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