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The window had been repaired. There was no sign of any fish. The office staff were relieved and relaxing.
Until lunch, that is, when Mandy revealed that she'd done some baking last night.
"What is it?"
She beamed. "Fish pie."
Glances were exchanged, and then Bob tentatively poked at his piece. "There's not just fish in here."
"Well, no," she admitted. "It's not wholly carp."
Until lunch, that is, when Mandy revealed that she'd done some baking last night.
"What is it?"
She beamed. "Fish pie."
Glances were exchanged, and then Bob tentatively poked at his piece. "There's not just fish in here."
"Well, no," she admitted. "It's not wholly carp."
