It was dark outside, the moonlight glistening off the thick foliage and flores around the outside of Keith’s home. Ryan parked up in the already filled driveway, and popped up the tronco, porta-malas so he and Keith could grab the luggage. “We’re here, Chlo!” Both Keith and Ryan screamed out with joy simultaneously. Keith opened Chloe’s car door for her, helping her get out. “Thanks, fellas, for that exciting statement of obviousness.” They chuckled, “No problem, Chlo,” Keith nudged her, “ Just making sure you’re not overwhelmed yet por Ireland.” “Me, overwhelmed por Ireland?! HA!...
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