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We had been with living with one foot on land and the other in water, our own lives penciled in, and promptly erased when called upon to perform some laughable task.
That was behind us now. With Erskine ‘Squat’ Hilliard safely tucked away in a dank mausoleum, the grueling years of capitulation were set to pay off.
Flying in on separate flights, we would connect at one of Hilliard’s lesser known holdings, where the celebration would begin in earnest.
Who’s laughing now?