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details. "We have some lovely waterfalls, miles and miles of trails for hiking or biking and even some rather intriguing caves." |
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"Do ya like caves?" Bert inquired. |
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"Not particularly. Seems to me they're always dark and damp and coldnot my cup of tea." |
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Bert's shoulders sagged. He had finally come up with something other than Caleb Hall's fishing boat, and I had rejected it outright. |
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"Maybe that young fellow that works for you has some ideas," I tried. |
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The proprietors of the Chambers Bay Motel exchanged a quick glance, and Bert went back to fidgeting with his adding machine. Polly cleared her throat. "You must mean Kelto." |
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"Kelto, that's it, a young fella, working the desk when we arrived last night. Nice-looking young man," I added. |
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Bert laid his tools down and leaned forward on the counter. "You mean a weird-lookin' young man, don't you, Mr. Wages?" |
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Polly made a disapproving clucking sound and reached out to pat her husband on the hand. "Bert and I agree on just about everything, Mr. Wages, but we don't see eye to eye on Kelto." |
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"I think the kid is weird," Bert protested. "I don't like the way he never smiles or the way he sneaks around this place. It ain't natural for a boy his age to not have no |
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