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Chapter 134: Finally, Peace
“Okay, now what else do we need?” Travis sighed as he anchored both of his hands on the sides of his waist. He was looking at the cargo we had loaded on the truck; particularly some tents, some plastic chairs, and some piles of wood that we were going to use in fueling our bonfire. Along the mentioned things were also the kitchen wares, a barbeque grill, and water jags. There were some ingredients and spices all packed in one cotainer, too. A bucket of ice, and a bucket full of wines and other beverages as well. It was already about to turn six o’clock in the afternoon, and so every single one of us were busy packing our own things to be brought to the beach venue. the girls, I forgot to mention, but they took a two-hour speed shopping at the nearest mall, which was about thirty minutes drive away from here, only to buy their swim suits and other swimming stuff they felt they needed. Meanwhile, us, the guys who was left in the mansion, took the responsibility of ch
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