When Riley drug me to a Valentine's Day charity shindig, the most I reckoned I'd see was muckity mucks drunk dancing to the band's '50s doo wops.Nope.Turns out, my old friend Teus weren't the only god living it up in the northeast Georgia mountains, and he weren't the only one up to no-good neither.
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