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“Hey, I didn’twhich cookies went the fastest I’e-dipped coconut crunchies and see how fast they disappear at the B&B”

“Yeah, well, I’e of you any s down his oversized shades and gives us a cringe-worthy grin

Between his

But I do knohich man wins in the looks department—and it’d be no contest even if I wasn’t blood-related to thebrother ever

“Le the cars hoood, but I’ll stick to beer the rest of the evening and sober up a few hours before,” he tells Weston, and then leans in quietly “Uh, I hope that’s notwith you, man, all this booze”

I cockat them

“Nope,” Weston says flatly “It’ll be a couple hours before we start loading I’ to walk Shelly over there now She hasn’t even seen them yet”

“Pet the Mustangs for et them fed with a couple burritos off the truck Gram loves ’em to death”

“So does Faye,” Weston says

“Burritos, huh? Did Dallas jump that hard on the food truck craze?” I ask

Both of them look at me and smile

“You’ve been gone too long, Shelly You haven’t lived till you’ve had a burrito fatter than your head off Kenny’s Taco Truck,” Marty says, thuular spice bomb and dress it up real nice Ground bison, seven kinds of cheeses, avocado out your ears, and the secret sauce fro around a new Cuban style as an experiht be ”

“She’ll have her pick after we see the cars,” Weston says

“I don’t know if I should be scared of a Dallas food truck,” I say jokingly as we head for the open lots where the cars are all lined up in neat rows, looking like they rolled off their assembly lines yesterday

“Dang S him playfully in the side