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... ing falls. Monroe was curled up on the ledge, soaking in the last few rays.
The herbs in his sunroom had done remarkably well in his absence, and they provided a rich bouquet as he tried to relax.
It hadn't been his finest day. He should have stuck around Glacier Valley and found out who was responsible for ensuring the curators had the correct skills, so today's issue didn't reoccur. Barring that, he ought to have written a new document laying out exactly what skills a curator s ...
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