“Hold on to your heads, ladies and gentlemen. Here we go!” SCREEEECH.
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Well. It *kind of* worked.
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“We’re Saints fans,” introduced Dennis Martennis for his gang to hotel receptionist Donald Arm. “Badly in need of a couple of rooms after a long day’s journey.”
“Tourists, eh?” said Donald, noting the helmet. “Well, we get you types in here occasionally.” He glanced out the window at the “parked” streetcar. “Wrong town I gather.”
“Yup.”
Sunklands 