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@Ivyloganauthor Aww, thank you very much, @Ivyloganauthor. I appreciate it. 🙏🥰
A childish, sing-song voice fills the small space. “Ye would do well to take yer hands off my cow!”
Everyone turns to see Ferghus, staggering through the broken door.
My eyes open wide in horror.
He’s so drunk, he can hardly stand, let alone fight!
https://t.co/SDzk0vPzpB
A childish, sing-song voice fills the small space. “Ye would do well to take yer hands off my cow!”
Everyone turns to see Ferghus, staggering through the broken door.
My eyes open wide in horror. He’s so drunk, he can hardly stand, let alone fight!
https://t.co/GvZgZStYd2
#SneakPeek:
“There’s a man – in my apartment,” I start, but she interjects.
“You invited Mark over?”
“What? No!” I whisper-yell into my cell. “Not Mark. A man – a stranger!”
“Ohhhh,” Selma laughs, “a man. That’s wonderful, Brigid.”
“Stop talking and listen to me!” I cry.