First chapter of Old Rebel Yeller. The boys have fun at Civil War reenactments while chasing down a ghost and a possessed family dog. There's plenty of swearing and a tiny bit of angst, but mostly just fun. A ripping yarn in the best Boy's Own Annual tradition. With swearing. I mentioned that, right? No spoilers, really. Set in the summer
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Aren't you the missy miss.
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::runs off to read::
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Maybe he could talk Dean into drifting down to the seaboard, to a beach, swim in the cold Atlantic, so different from the Pacific with all its promises of pineapples. The Atlantic promised to whip your ass, promised you cod and salt and icebergs. That ocean whispered Reykjavik and the Faeroes and Greenland in the same way the Pacific breezily dreamt up Tahiti and Fiji and Oahu.
So true and beautifully written. Loving it.
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RAWR.
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Buttercup! Love the name, feel sorry for the poor dog.
I like when people talk about the hotels, because they are so much of the boys' day-to-day lives.
Wee!chesters building forts! *smishes them*
The shadows cast by the lowering sun made everything gold and gray, and Sam heard the faint sound of fiddle music, then smelled campfire smoke and horse.
I knew what was coming right at this moment, because I've been to one of these. So exciting, because it's such an interesting, surreal experience...
Next part, next part!
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