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Chapter 3
“We step out of this room, you’re right, we’ll be going native, native Victorian.” I said to Carey. “Is that what you want?”
“I don’t see what choice we have. We can’t stay in here forever. My tongue feels like it has a fur coat and I’m hungry. So what if we go native? The inn w…