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“Let’s hide in there,” Eames suggested.
“In the barn?”
“Are you going to particular about where we go to save our lives?”
Put that way…
Arthur said, “Do not make any jokes about rolls in the hay.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
“Do not try to engage me in a roll in the hay.”
“Can’t make promises about that.” Eames stretched out in the hay on the floor.
“You’re going to be filthy.”
“Darling, come here and I’ll show you how filthy I am. And don’t even complain, you set that one up for me.”
Arthur sighed and couldn’t deny it.
“In the barn?”
“Are you going to particular about where we go to save our lives?”
Put that way…
Arthur said, “Do not make any jokes about rolls in the hay.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
“Do not try to engage me in a roll in the hay.”
“Can’t make promises about that.” Eames stretched out in the hay on the floor.
“You’re going to be filthy.”
“Darling, come here and I’ll show you how filthy I am. And don’t even complain, you set that one up for me.”
Arthur sighed and couldn’t deny it.
