Finding baby (Rousse)

I was becoming increasingly frustrated with my school friend AL who asked me to meet her with her baby, then repeatedly failed to turn up at the stated venue. At last one evening at 8:45pm we found one another on the street.

EF, who was also there all dressed up in a green work suit, caused chaos when she ran across the street into the path of traffic. The tiny blue coffee cup in her hand smashed into the tarmac.

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