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Desert DroppingChapter 29A Love letters aren t for parents
"It's not a big one, just a little speedboat, so we won't be sleeping in it; but there's a hotel not far from the lake that serves a decent breakfast. What do you think?" Eddie asked as he slowed down our shopping cart so I could place a gallon of milk into it. What did I think? I thought I was tired, and wanted to go back to bed. It was Tuesday morning, and Eddie had woken me up nice and early to go run errands with him. My guess was that he wanted to make sure I was still okay after...