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John took Brad's offer to stay at his place until the police could figure out the death threat letter Brad had a reinia Beach called Pungo The pace was slower in this farnal and an annual Strawberry Festival For one weekend a year the tiny country town turned upside doith live bands, pig races, and strawberries inable Brad's house set two nal It was a brick ranch with a two story, two-car garage deep in the back yard He claihbors and no irritating traffic, but John knew better His friend was just too damn lazy toin such a silent place He was used to the usual thu doors of aparte to finally nod off around three in the ht still on So to fall asleep twisted under hi when he finally woke The distant sound of an acoustic guitar danced sweetly on the air It was a pleasant Spanish sound coot out of bed, rubbed the sting fro at the kitchen table He had his guitar in hand and an open notebook pad on the table in front of hiood," John said as he pulled out a chair for hi to show it to you"

"What's it called?"

"Nothing"

"Great title," John said, jokingly

"Help yourself to whatever I got to eat Fix so to drink I'm not h over his head "Play that song again I like it"

Brad nodded and quickly wrote souitar, John started ruhnuts and a box of pop tarts Disgusted, he settled for as left of the orange juice in the refrigerator

Brad stopped playing when John came back to the table "So," he said, "tell h the bayadjacent to the kitchen table A flock of huge black birds had landed and were searching and pecking at the green grass "Who?" he asked, trying to conceal a grin