"This is not a good idea," I mumbled to my husband for the tenth time in the last ten minutes. "For the tenth fucking time, Beverly, I think our guide knows where he's going," Jack barked while swatting flies from his face. The jungle was filled with pesky flies, big ones that stick to your skin until you swat them away. There were spiders and all sorts of ugly insects crawling around.
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