![]() Grover had been my best friend in sixth grade. Baggy jeans and fake feet hide the fact that he’s got furry hindquarters and hooves. He walks with a strange limp, but unless you happen to catch him without his pants on (which I don’t recommend), you’d never know there was anything un-human about him. From the waist up, he looks like a typical gangly teenager with a peach-fuzz goatee and a bad case of acne. I turned and saw my friend Grover running for his life. Then I heard hooves clattering against the pavement. A block away, past a line of hibiscus bushes, the ocean churned.įlorida, I thought. Pink and yellow stucco buildings lined the street, their windows boarded up. ![]() ![]() Wind and rain ripped at the palm trees along the sidewalk. It was the middle of the night.Ī storm was blowing. I was standing on a deserted street in some little beach town. Chapter One: My Best Friend Shops For A Wedding Dress ![]()
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