I coughedit out and sneezed it out and floundered away from where I had landed,thinking The boy, the dead boy Al right, breeches next. She can leave on day-trips, but she has tobe tucked up in her TR-90 bed every night by nine o'clock, or else the legacy is forfeit. I picked her up and set her in the crook of my arm as I had on the dayI'd met her walking down the middle of Route 68 in her bathing suit.
onally, interested in keeping a lady company? Hell wouldn'tI have gone? I always liked an excuse to go to the TR. Her and her little girl. My house is haunted, I said. They took another couple of turns.
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