““How are the feet?” “Good.” Polly grinned down the phone. “How are the seals?” “In ever more need of our help,” Sam sighed. “We lost the debate. We made a good noise at the protest, though. And we’re not defeated. We’ll get the bill through in the end.” “I really hope you do,” Polly said honestly. “That’s good to hear. Sometimes it feels like we’re up against a brick wall.” He sounded downhearted. Polly wanted to cheer him up. “Well, you know what they say about bricks,”... she said. “What?” “They’re basically made of sand,” Polly explained, and felt rewarded by his laughter on the other end. “So we’re just up against a massive sandcastle?” “Yes. All you need to do is keep stomping.” “I like that,”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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