Part 73: Roses at my Feet

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[INTERLUDE]

Hunter and I had been on the run from our past. We had nothing but ourselves and the coast of South America. Every day was a gift. Our feet on the sandy white beaches to our toes in the crystal clear water. Life was extraordinary.

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