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Okay, ready? The pool, I'm ready.

The pool, I'm ready.

The pool.

The job site was beautiful in this early morning sun.

Darryl's crew was up in the hills of Marin, working behind an upscale development.

The grassy slopes blaze in the slanting light, great stately oak trees perched here and there on the rolling terrain.

Scattered multitude that bestrode the slopes like gnarly titan surfers perched on a golden tsunami.

But down in this pit for a swimming pool, Darryl, carrying 50 years and

wielding a 40-pound air hammer with a dirt chisel, was feeling he'd irrevocably

run his life into the ground. That was the opening of the pool by Michael Shea, just your typical fun in the sun kind of

tale, except with some amorphous otherworldly monsters and we're going to talk about it here

on the H.P. Lovecraft literary podcast.

I'm Chad Fyfer. And I'm Chris Lanky. We here on the H.P. Lovecraft literary podcast. I'm Chad Fyfer.

And I'm Chris Lanky. We're here at H.P.Podcraft.com and Patreon.

Once again, we are joined by a special guest.

Yes, he's the host of the podcast, He Said She said, Shee Said,

as well as its spin-off, a roll in the Shay, and Murder Shay wrote, ladies and

gentlemen, Patton-Ozwald.

Hi, everybody, and thank you to all my other listeners that have joined me here today.

It was the backdoor pilot and it worked out.

Yeah, it really was.

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