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Chapter Nine
Waking up at dawn was no easy feat especially after the night before from the highs; now down to the lows. The four sat at the dining room table in the Loft with the desirable need for unlimited coffee, Joel had to set up a pot of coffee three times already. Mark seemed to be the only one with unlimited energy as he explained the hike to closed ears.
“Where’s all that music coming from?” Sarah moaned, her head throbbing. “It’s too early, it’s loud.”
“It’s Halloween music.” Mark said, “You know all about death, monsters, ghouls, and ghosts. Trick or Treating, witches...have you all forgotten?”
The sound of Michael Jackson’s Thriller blared from the Farmhouse.
“God bless Michael Jackson.” Hayley moaned and reached for another mug of coffee.
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The sunlight above the mountains displayed a magnificent array of varying tints of blues across t
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