The Donno … Part 15

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» And so frustration moved into a small motel room in the city of Charlotte, North Carolina. «

» Who said that? «

The old man's face turned as red as his bath-robe now. But he got no answer.

Kylie and the llama were looking at the ceiling almost whistling.

And in a far distance some North Carolina bird chirped a slow and bored song with only one note.

» 'Never mind', replied Kylie Golden-tresses. She thought long and hard and sadly. 'The only cure for you, Bromford Curly-locks,' she said at last, 'is to get married. You must find yourself a giantess somewhere.'

'Where?' asked Bromford Curly-locks. «

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