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Chapter Twenty-Five: The Woodshed
Elijah When we stumbled out of the trailer into the late morning warmth, there was a brunch spread out under the white tent. There was fresh fruit, blueberry muffins, cheese danishes, along with eggs, sausages, and ham. I loaded up my paper plate, along with a big cup of coffee, and retreated into one of the plastic folding chairs. Others pulled their seats closer until we were sitting in a circle facing one another. Everyone looked a little bleary-eyed and hung over from our investigation last night. “Anyone else have crazy-ass dreams last night?” Brendan asked, before stuffing a muffin in his mouth “I know I did,” Harley said, making a face. She cut a look at Anthony and her face grew a little red. Ah hell, was my ex-girlfriend having s*x dreams about my friends? Nothing awkward abou
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