“Over here, Arthur. Behind the bushes!”
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“Black against white. As it should be.”
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“You’re not ashamed of us still?”
“How do you mean?”
“I mean, well. The bushes.”
She sighs. “It’s just so we could get more romantic. Towel has a better view of the rocks over there I like so much.”
“Ropes, yeah.” Arthur stared out, thinking of George/Musician. “Have you heard from him lately?”
“Him?”
“You know. Him.”
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“Strange dreams, yeah.” Continuing, he thinks to himself.
“Moon is bright tonight. Better get you back to the hotel.”
“Okay.”
Sunklands 