Cristina Perachio » turkey

"I recognize that shrub!" Rick exclaims as we park in front of a dark house on a tree lined street in Bozeman. I was dead asleep in the RENTAL CAR. It's an automatic. Hallelujah. Some kind of compact SUV (because that's a thing) and way too shiny and touristy looking for Rick's taste."I wanted to wa ...
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