Namazu
Baron of Bad Boys
LINCOLN
The Infirmary
It was a relief that Madison knew what he was talking about and caught on. He didn’t think she was so far out of sorts to truly be talking about turkeys, it was a euphemism for safety’ sake.
“I do. Listen.” Weston glanced over his shoulder and saw no change in how nobody was paying them any attention.
“I’m going turkey hunting, and this time there are a lot of other people who are coming with me, too. We’re serious about hunting them… and I’d be really grateful if you found a way to help us on that hunt. However you’re able, whenever you’re able.” Weston reached for Madison’s hand, holding it firmly but not squeezing hard enough to hurt.
“I’m done eating shit. I think it’s about time we eat turkey instead. You in?”
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