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A BIRD, A
BLOKE, AND A BOYFRIEND
Sally Odgers
A
recipe for romance?
Take one bird. (That’s Sarah, arm-wrestling champion extraordinaire.)
Add one bloke, who’s known the bird forever. (That’s A.J., who lives
next door.)
Stir in one boyfriend—literally made to order. (That’s Clay.)
Set the whole thing to rise in a tropical sun-soaked paradise called Pirates’
Point, and what have you got?
That depends who you ask.
The Bloke: "You get Sarah Little making an idiot of herself over the
Incredible Hunk."
The Bird: "You get A.J. Tobias acting, like, weird. What’s it to
him if I feel like kissing Clay?"
The Boyfriend: "You get romance. That’s what I’m made for,
right? And that bloke can just butt out."
Typical, isn’t it? Ask a simple question and you never get a straight
answer from anyone….