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Jane told me of the exchange they had with Derek, earlier that day--guess who showed up that night--hehe. 

I told you guys, Jane's a talker, and that's how Clint got smarter. 

Along with other fellow workers, that night there were two guys plus me, my opened hatchback doubled for Jane and her sister. 

Three guys on a rolled-out garage floor, all having 100-proof shots of Tequila with no alcohol in sight, other than two yakety bartending sisters with three prisoners desperately seeking Ali to sting us like a bee. 

The two guys had a particular interest be they of the single variety but poor boys should eat such an appropriate sandwich because young sister dearest hast stolen thy fullest moon and hast made it ecliptic to wallow over two foolish hearts a horizon's descend.

The two chose to stay knowing I was on the way to Carmel for that arranged night for tomorrow. 

I had spoken with them earlier when they asked if they could hitch a ride back to San Francisco with me and Jane. 

They both knew the guy who they caught a ride to get to Carmel and have a luncheon with Clint, had to make a quick return because he had to work that evening. 

The other two guys wanted more of a timeout with Clint, hence, the three of us had full knowledge that our sleeping bags were needed in that makeshift garage slash--if one would call it that--and one of our wardens had pigtails.

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