Category: Fantasy
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Smile, Resting B**** Face
Y’all only saw in her what you wanted to be, happy. But you couldn’t, so you drained Miss Ezzy for it.
Each shake and shudder of Flight 817 invokes memories of her seven-year-old son’s toothy grin.
Nature, coffee and conversations with my conscience made each morning the highlight of my day.
A standard journey to Netsrik becomes complicated by Zirzal’s personal quest for a mate.
Y’all only saw in her what you wanted to be, happy. But you couldn’t, so you drained Miss Ezzy for it.