Jordan
June 21st 2009 'That little twat stole my fucking cat.' Hannah was outraged. I had spent the previous hour playing at being a human ping pong ball, batted from desk to desk in Jordanian customs. I'd had to buy dinar from a policeman when I found all the money changers were closed, I'd had to wait in line behind two dozen chained convicts, and now I had to fetch Han in to prove I wasn't people smuggling.
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