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2024-10-29 19:42:56It wasn’t a quiet weekend like I’d expected. The Ley Lines crew had everything ready to leave on Tuesday morning, and the remaining Haunters would hit the road a week later to start their tight shoot schedule. So Brandon wanted to make sure everything was settled and ready, down to the last detail, for the three projects. We would be traveling with the Ley Liners for two or three weeks. Then, we would head back to the Manor, where Brandon had to finish setting up the guesthouse to start shooting interviews about June 25, and all the way into July.
On Saturday, I took on the kitchen to let Guadalupe work. When Brandon saw me wearing an apron, sitting at the isle with my laptop on watch to keep the sink empty, he went back to his office, saying, “Hey, guys, last time we made a mess. So today, if you guys want anything from the kitchen, you go wash your stuff and use it again, okay?”
An hour later, I was taking a swim in
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