“Yeah, we’ll hang out here for a while, Big Wanda, while everything cools down from the gig.
Middle of the continent. Middle of nowhere.”
“I need some weed,” Big Wanda groused to crime partner Ann Lee Oakley. “Fast.”
“No problem here.”
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Paranoid Penny glanced down the path from whence they came. “Did anybody follow you here? Did anyone see you coming?”
“Nah. This is free, right?”
“Umm.”
Sunklands 