That was a lot. I can barely follow what she said.
“So um, for this tour, am I going to have to cross this ‘Ironwood Thicket’” I ask, trying to disguise my nerves.
She laughs, “You don’t have to if you don’t want to. But you know, you’re gonna have to go to the other side at some point.”
“Yeah, I know,” I want to talk about something else. “What’s up with the nets everywhere?”
“Oh. Those something we like to call ‘hail-ten’ because they protect everything from the hail. It’s a complicated…
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