Last summer I finally talked my mom into letting me and Dave go to Africa for the vacation. When we arrived there we found there was little we could do. Sure there was the beach but it was all littered and full of stones. After four days I was feeling sorry I had taken the trip. One day I and Dave decided we would go and see all the day trips available. Well we looked around, but what looked good had a nice price tag on it. Finally Dave found a brochure. He read aloud, “One day stay in a native village. Ten dollars a person, including food, transport and everything else.”
“What do they mean...
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