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Athur's note: sorry its late
London the White Stone Spa
Through the great diamond and glass doors into the grande, laviously decorated reception of the White stone spa stood a short squat person looking at her watch impatiently. After 2 long minutes the receptionist came looked around and glimpsed at this small...thing or midget . "Hello welcome to the White Stone spa" she said in a nazily voice."You know your service absolouty appauling" the midget shouted " Now my name is Holly Short and I expect to be served right now!"
"What makes you think that midget?" the receptionist said in her unbearable tone.
"You got something against short people eh? eh? Us midgets/mine-mee's do have a place on this planet" Holly was starting to get extremely annoyed. The receptionist was dazed, angry she was about to scream at Holly when an old scrawny, over-tanned manager walked into the room .
"Gertrude get out now you haven't learnt your lesson have you!"the manager said also in a nazily voice to the receptionist. "Now sorry about that can I get your name?"
"Yes Holly, Holly Short. Excuse me I had an appointment at 1:00 it is now 1:02!"
"I'm sorry hold on I'll send you to the master Spa!Follow me!"She smiled sweetly
"Now this is service" Holly whispered to herself!
Inside there were three sections split off by japanese blinds on the last section there was a young women talking on her phone. Holly sat on the bed in the next section.