"I need you in the stockroom, Lewis," said Roni. "We've got to find more napkins."
The stockroom is not my favorite nook. It's dark, reeks of decomposing animals, but it seemed a cozy mountain villa here withRoni. Enormous cans of tomato sauce and tubs of red powder filled the shelves around us. Hate to divulge a divine Moonbeam secret, but that
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