This girl named Sarah chimed in. She had gorgeous hair, like down to her butt. I think she was growing it out to donate to cancer or something. “You know, Erin has a point. When my family and I went on safari in Zimbabwe and Kenya last year, we had to learn like ten words in Shona and another ten in Swahili.” “Oh my God,” a guy in the back muttered. “That must have been exhausting.” I laughed. I couldn’t help it. Mistake. Phelps pounced.
