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Sue Venir: Gawd! I’d never’ve expected nuffin’ like this to ‘appen ‘ere! In Befnal Green, yeah, but not ‘ere! Though yer’d never die from ‘eat exhaustion or de’ydration in Befnal! It’s too bloody cold and wet! Ander Atowl: Well, she didn’t ‘just’ die from heat exhaustion or dehydration! It looks like she was drugged first! Normally, if you’re lying in the sun and you get hot, you get up, find some shade and get a drink ... unless you can’t wake up, of course! This looks like it was premeditated! Coral Reefe: Premeditated?! No?! That’s awful! Isla Vanutha: God! Who on Earth would do such a thing?! I need another vodka! Lotta Fish: Getting even more sloshed isn’t gonna help, Isla! It looks like it’s one of us though! Shelly Beech: Right under our noses! This island’s losing its charm! |
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And the murder mystery game continues ... |
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