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Chapter 22: New Hope
Garris was determined to begin immediately, and in the short drive from Medley's to Last Stand, he and Fresco hammered out a plan. "We can convert one of the basement rooms." Garris tripped over his own words and drove too fast. Fresco hung on as they took one corner so sharply he felt the seat belt lock against him. Garris continued on, totally oblivious. "We can block it off with old mattresses just in case we get tossed around again." He grinned, sunlight reflecting from his glasses as he glanced at Fresco. "This can really work!" Fresco grinned back and held on. Garris's excitement was contagious. By the time he ran up the seven steps to the front door and bellowed a summons for everyone to meet in the kitchen, the whole house buzzed with hope. Fresco took a seat behind him as the k
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