“Yell!” I yelled, my face growing wet. “I’m never gonna stop yelling now! I mean, I will, at The Wilfair, when I’m working, and have to be sensible and proper, but I’ll keep the spirit of the yell inside me! The spirit of the yell! Yell!”
A late-blooming nineteen-year-old heiress runs a posh hotel next door to a shy guy and the little motel he oversees. Her task? Steal his pool for her pool-less hotel. Strange things happen, adventures are had, feelings are felt, and cheese dip is eaten.
“Yell!” I yelled, my face growing wet. “I’m never gonna stop yelling now! I mean, I will, at The Wilfair, when I’m working, and have to be sensible and proper, but I’ll keep the spirit of the yell inside me! The spirit of the yell! Yell!”
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