“Let’s see what Kiwi TV is like.” Beau walked over and turned on the television and started running back and forth through the channels. All three of them.
I lay on the huge, circular Las Vegas-style bed with the blue velour bedspread, dog-tired from our climb in Toby’s oceanside pinnacles in the hurricane-force winds. The Ancient…
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