“You know, I live in the south, and even I get Deliverance vibes out here. You should’ve stayed in the city.” “It’s peaceful,” I mutter, too tired to argue. Ever the prima donna, my dear sister thinks every person should live in a penthouse. “Other than that random drunk person on my lawn, at least.” She frowns. “Where’d they come from?” “A party bus.” “Going where? There’s nothing out here!” I sigh, accepting the fact that she won’t let me go to sleep without shooting off a drum of questions. “Who knows? Maybe they took a wrong turn on the way to Atlantic City.” She again gestures to the
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