220- Night of the Guns

tired of the everyday cries ever dream magic adventure or to get away from it all we offer you escape designed to free you from the four walls of today for a half hour of pie adventure not much no, permit me to refuse the money

permit me to return to the matter of the Yankee merchandise Josh just told you for what we sold out our stock of shirts our ties are stocked you are the men who have a care And they've saved the Caribbean from near me.

Yes sir, we're the men who have a catch and a fail. That too we are poor to know. No they did a simple matter then. See you are these men? These are simple matter. We will make our arrangements for the removal of the merchandise.

Look mister, are they? My name. Permit me. That is my name, thanks. It's this way, Renee. My understanding of things poetic is a little shaky these days. Mine too. Yeah, it's too. Are you trying to be clever?

Or perhaps it pleases you to tweak my fashion. The merchandise permit me but they merchandise When shall we remove it from your boat mister and may I simply have got to explain something to you It's evident that you're a sweetie are not mistaken You have to much a night. We would be with your name of fun farewell. Josh. He needs to keep his head covered in the patient

But if he's a matter of when you pay that You must have died. You cannot refuse to have demerse and die. You may have died. Josh and I walked down. I looked over my shoulder and saw the nay face become suddenly gray, suddenly old, and then a blur fading into the crowd that swarmed the narrow street.