“Shit. We’re busy people, Story. Not like…schedules and chores kind of busy. The kind of busy that just doesn’t stop. We have our hands in a lot of pots, and almost no one likes it. Trust me, there are worse people out there than Perez.” “What does that mean?” Lifting the blunt to my mouth, I take another drag, thinking. “It means the woods are lovely, dark and deep. But we have promises to keep.” Exhaling, I open my eyes to meet her stunned gaze. “And miles to go before we sleep.” “Robert Frost?” She gives me a slow blink. “You were listening earlier?” I reach out to snuff the blunt into a
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