“Edwood, why are you sparkling at night?” Woeisme asked.
“Oh, sorry,” Edwood said, and took off his sequined jacket. "I'm not going to let you have her, Quayle,” Edwood growled. "She's my daughter. And she's Jakob's… something.”
“What?” Something asked.
“Not you.” Edwood rolled his eyes.
“You can't stop me. I have waited ...
Published on May 07, 2009 16:08