“I don’t see why they wouldn’t keep,” I said aloud. “Damn things are near indestructible.”
She lifted the sack. “Thanks!”
“Thank you.”
I pushed from the grass and shot into the sky. The sun was rising. Its rays warmed my wings and I headed back toward Atlanta. I had had a hard night. It was time to get home, drink me some coffee, and feed my dogs. Cerberus made sweet puppies, but the damn things sure ate a lot.
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