Shaking his long
brown hair, Sowerbutt said: “You've started ballet lessons? I just cannot see you in a pink tutu, my friend.”
Coach, thickset and bald,
smiled: “Don’t you worry, Jimmy. When I heard you were back from the wilds of
Wales, I put you down for this week’s session. Don’t be late, Madame
Dragon-fire will have your hide.”http://www.amazon.co.uk/Colour-of-Red-ebook/dp/B00B1CWM5M/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1358353851&sr=1-1
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