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Raymond had climbed to the top of a ruined temple. His tail arched and his head lifted in salute as the basket of the balloon swung past him on its descent. “Hello, beautiful!“, he shouted.
“Hello, dear heart!”, a voice returned.
The dogs and I scaled a smaller ruin nearby. “Raymond thinks she is beautiful!”, Pat panted.
“Raymond is a crocodile.”, Nanette deadpanned.
We waved as the balloon slowly drifted by. Its ropes shimmered in the afternoon light. The silent, brooding bankers wore almost regal expressions. “We go back a long way. I have known her since she was a little girl.”, Raymond said wistfully. “Her name is Claudia, and she will show you the personal side of what I’ve been taking about, the part that hurts, the part that wounds, the part that kills.”
The balloon floated past us and dropped into the ruins. The dogs and I rushed to the spot where the balloon had settled. We stood in front of it, our hearts pounding while we waited for her to make her appearance.
The dogs and I scaled a smaller ruin nearby. “Raymond thinks she is beautiful!”, Pat panted.
“Raymond is a crocodile.”, Nanette deadpanned.
We waved as the balloon slowly drifted by. Its ropes shimmered in the afternoon light. The silent, brooding bankers wore almost regal expressions. “We go back a long way. I have known her since she was a little girl.”, Raymond said wistfully. “Her name is Claudia, and she will show you the personal side of what I’ve been taking about, the part that hurts, the part that wounds, the part that kills.”
The balloon floated past us and dropped into the ruins. The dogs and I rushed to the spot where the balloon had settled. We stood in front of it, our hearts pounding while we waited for her to make her appearance.
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