Chapter Twelve: Eleanor & Park

My head weighs a thousand, million pounds. A thousand, million, bazillion pounds. I blink my eyes open and a paint-splattered stucco ceiling greets me a good distance away. So at least the dead pirates and crazy lady didn’t shove me in some moldy crawlspace somewhere, but also, I’m no longer in that hideous sitting room. … Continue reading Chapter Twelve: Eleanor & Park

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