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2024-10-29 19:42:56“Everything set?”
I saw Brandon nod, still pushing the backseat to a horizontal position, and headed to the guesthouse. Trisha followed me, cam in hand, while Isaac filmed everything from the middle of the garden. Nightfall was on us, and it was time to hit the road for the long drive to Pennhurst, where we intended to get just past midnight.
“Kujo?” I called, crossing the living room toward the dining room.
“Fran,” was the instant response.
“Ready to go home, my boy?”
I heard the shuffling under the table and crouched down.
“Bring bag.”
“You wanna keep it?”
“Fran.”
I nodded, chuckling, and picked up my sleeping bag. It was hot as an electric blanket.
“C’mon, they’re all waiting for us,” I said, feeling the heat against my side, from my leg to my shoulder. “You and I are ridi
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