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We entered the lodge and walked up some stairs. There we found ourselves before a fat man. Hit head was hidden underneath a curly white mane and behind an equally curly and white beard. Though the room was lit only by candles he wore dark sunglasses. “Greetings,” said the fat man. “I am Thoreau, King of New Eden. Which one of you is Bo Wolf?” “I am,” said Wolf, stepping forward. He motioned towards Sunshine. “This woman has brought me and my gang here.” “I know,” replied the King. “I sent my daughter to find you, man.” He motioned for Sunshine. “Come to me my daughter.” Sunshine walked to him and sat by his massive wicker chair. Two other young women appeared from the shadows and came to sit next to the
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