October 09, 2018 · 9:11 AM
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He'd unintentionally managed to silence Taraneh for much of the remaining drive. This was mostly her own doing, growing so flustered as she had.
The pumpkin patch was lit with ugly spotlights that better fit some sort of sports field. But the offerings were as promised, a wide swath of oranges and reds and even creams.
Parking somewhat reluctantly in a grassy field (he would have preferred something paved), he looked to Taraneh.
"Can you make the trek in pants or should I find some discrete way to carry a small winged mammal around?"
Truly, it wasn't the carrying so much as the talking that would be troublesome.
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