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Blog Post #87: Bakerfield in Saint Frances

Ms. Bakerfield waved a hand, and a barman ambled to her. “Another?” he said. “Please.” He seized a rum bottle

Kemper snatched a bow. “I’ll head into the Western Woods.” She pointed at a sled. “And drag our supper back

G’ December 31st 2023!! Enjoy a tremendous, safe New Year AND practice chapter dubbed ‘Fantastic House’ (..ha!)! Many thanks, and

Galena folded stapled sheets into thirds and slid them into an envelope. “You’re not going to read them?” a

Corrie darted through a saloon-style, swinging door to a woman who stood over a stainless-steel stovetop, spatula in-hand. Over her