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1 " Dawn cackles as she guides me through the all-glass porch. Thinner, paler Reina shuffles about behind Dawn, watching as I slip my boots off. Although she tries to hide her hands, her fingers flicker nervously. I place my boots neatly on the floor of the porch beside the other pairs in the shadows under the coats. Music drifts through to us from a distant room – it’s the Beach Boys’ California Dreamin’. Dawn looks at me and I smile – they’ve put the record on for me. Dawn nods along happily. ‘Hear you’re a surfer boy!’ she says and she mimics riding a wave. "
― Carla H. Krueger , Slaughterhouse
2 " Sure thing, Kris. A man’s gotta get a wage. "
3 " Where’s your dog?’ I ask quickly. ‘Dawn said you had a dog. Let’s take the dog out.’‘There ain’t no dog,’ replies Janis. "
