Where Ya Been All My Life?

Chapter Nineteen

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“Oh, I think I see,” intervened Stan to distract the hulking hellhound from its quavering prey. “And where are all the turtles?”

“They’re all slavering after the prawns.”

But basset hound eyes followed the blushing server as she rushed to weave herself away between crowded tables. They turned pleadingly to Stan whom Abe queried, "…Were we ever that young? Were we never that beautiful?”






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“Oh, I think I see,” intervened Stan to distract the hulking hellhound from its quavering prey. “And where are all the turtles?”

“They’re all slavering after the prawns.”

But basset hound eyes followed the blushing server as she rushed to weave herself away between crowded tables. They turned pleadingly to Stan whom Abe queried, "…Were we ever that young? Were we never that beautiful?”