the big ballyhoo
chapter 9
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“I love this house,” Mrs. Goodspeed said to no one in particular as we brought our bags inside to the foyer of the lake house. “I got my legs under me again here, got sober.”
Mr. Goodspeed grunted as he hauled in the b…
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