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Parcel 9
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"You got rope?" John b asks as the six of us start driving to the axe murderers house for the gold.
"Got it." Pope says, rummaging through the bag.
"Grappling hook?"
"We don't have a grappling hook. We're not Batman."
After a couple more checks off our list we finally arrive at the house.
"Pulley?"
"Check." Kie says.
"Dark clothes?"
"Got it." I say.
"Flashlights?"
"Check." JJ says.
"All right, good. We're ready." John b says and Sarah nods.
"Let's go." Kie says
"Let's go get rich, guys." JJ says as John b starts to get out.
Yeah. Hell, yeah." I agree.
"Go, boys." Sarah says.
"And girls." Kie corrects.
"Let's get to it."
"Lets go."
"Ride on."
"Wait, wait I wanna say thank you, guys. Seriously. It means a lot to me that you're here tonight." John b says and we all smile.
"Always." Kie states.
"Of course, man." Popes daps him up.
"All right, we done with the circle murk? Can we go do this?" JJ asks.
"Yup."
"Let's go get that wheat in the water." Pope says.
"Weed?" JJ asks.
"I like weed." I smile.
"Wheat. I said wheat." Pope corrects us and we all start climbing over the cement wall.
