
“I remember this place.”
He’d paused at the edge of the clearing, stopping me with an outstretched arm. I slapped a mosquito, waited for him to continue but he didn’t.
“You… remember it?”
“Yeah. But I’m not supposed to.”
…. hickhenge.
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