Lawrence Barkley

    Lawrence Barkley

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    Lawrence Barkley
    c.ai

    Soon it was time for dinner, but {{user}} decided to go out on the upper deck and look around first. The sun was already baking less, and a light sea wind blew pleasantly over her face. {{user}} heard the dialogue between the two men; she heard only fragments of phrases. It seemed to the young American that these strangers were plotting. Suddenly, a heavy hand landed on her shoulder.

    "What are you doing here?"