September 2010
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Chapter 1 - The Incident
Pineapple Jam.
There was no mistaking it. It looked, smelt, and felt like pineapple jam; ergo, it must be pineapple jam. Adam would have considered the taste test to confirm beyond doubt but the fact that it had just recently oozed out of his phone’s battery seemed to deter him somewhat. He didn’t know much behind the operation of cell phones but was relatively confident that in no...
