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Benson led me downstairs and down the hall away from the front door. He stopped in front of a door on our right. “This is my office. Care to have a look now or later?”
“Later. If we wait too long you may melt in that coat and there’ll be nothing but a pile of sunblock left,” I teased him.
He smirked and led on through the back door and out onto a large porch. It covered the entire back of the house, and there was a roof over us that slanted down to a large field of green grass that stopped at the edge of the corn and wheat fields around the property. Clumps of trees provided shade, and each one had their own bench that wrapped around the trunk. A winding path of gravel led from one bench to the other.
“It’s simple, but I don’t need much else but shade,” he explained to me.
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