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Mike, Ben and I strolled back from our 1 am visit to Coles. Ben was eating his sherbert with one of those little colored spoons. Meanwhile Mike was drinking his two-litre bottle of orange juice and looking very contented, which wasn't his usual manner. Normally, h ....

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.... up a dark street, lit only by streetlights, just talking about nothing. We turned into the first road on the right. I thought this was going to be a small detour before we'd return to my warm room for the third film. The cold air was only going to have a few minutes to find a way into my impenetrable jacket. It tried getting through my zip, up my sleeves and down my neck, but it still didn't succeed. Neither Ben nor Mike seemed to notice. Ben had already finished his third packet of sherbert and he continued to chug through another. He made quiet, sucking noises as if he couldn't get enough of the stuff. I'd swear he was addicted! At last we reache ....