Was it Avonlea? Avondale? Arronvale?
Flipping the coin gently between my fingers, we got to the door of the club. I was flustered. They wanted to know who I was. “Oh!” Looking down, I fumbled the coin a bit without dropping it and then flashed the gold and red surface at them. But before the others got in, there was a code. He couldn’t have forgotten already. We went over this so many times.
“What? Oh, yeah, Road to Avalon. All roads lead to Avalon.”
And so it is.
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