With both girls and the talking puppy outside and free from the Land Residence, free to explore the world around them and ready to make their way to the direction written on an old and folded paper, Vanilla took a glimpse once more at the note before continuing through the whistling, freezing and lonely streets of the gloomy and desolate Merry Oaths.
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T.C.O.T.A.T.
#66, St. Agnes Street
Merry Oaths, MI, 49972.
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They had already advanced three blocks since they left the Land Residence. The light at the start of the Cul-de-sac on St. Bernard of Clairvaux had now faded into a tiny white dot, leaving the way they crossed it covered by wrapping darkness and crickets' lullabies.
"St. Agnes Street? Do you know where is that located?" Cookie asked, standing next to Vanilla and reading her not too.