Jericho
Their children would be carrying on that tradition, I somehow knew that for certain, "Jericho's?"
"Yes," Gunnar nodded slowly as if talking to a small child, "Jericho's."
"Well, that sucks," Tory's voice cut through the room, "no one wins."
"Huh?" Ace asked in clear confusion.
"Nothing," his wife reassured him with a not-so-innocent grin, "are you guys staying because we aren't planning to leave any time soon?"
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