Part 1, Part 2 of Kush Mout
"Nightmares? I’ve outgrown them umm... Aunt Marie,” Napoleon stood, and waving to Illya to do the same; he began to back away.
“You gastons are tired, so I says again, time to go to sleep. I go upstairs to get tings ready. Your friend Ray-feel, ‘e can get the spare room.”
The men couldn’t say a word to each other
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