"You know I don't have room. The house is what, 850 square feet or so? I'm talking cozy for one plus all my stuff and I can't see the walls anymore. And I'm not making that mistake again with the storage unit. A caterwaul to wake the dead you guys make when you get together. Hey, why didn't you bring this up before we left? Like last night or something. Come again? You need to speak up because the waves are really loud and that damn bird. Aren't they supposed to be nocturnal? Ok, then. I can't turn around so I'll have to pack you back up. Now when we get to the Prairie View will you guys be ok up front? I'll crack the windows. It's not supposed to rain. We'll talk more tonight, that is, if you don't go and clam up on me."
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