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Above his head, the drip had spread, dark and blooming across the plaster. A spider watched him from a gauzy web above the washstand. Light from his shrinking candle reflected in the grime on the window. He was pretty sure there was something crawling in his mattress. His stomach growled its displeasure, and somewhere a pig slept on his nightshirt. But for some reason, he was pleased.
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― The Artist’s Redemption
― The Artist’s Redemption
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His eyes were growing darker. They dipped to her lips. “Make any dirty cupcakes this week?”
“Yes. Two orders.”
“What flavors?”
“No.”
“No?”
“I don’t want to tell you.” She totally wanted to tell him. She wanted to watch his eyes go darker when she said the dirty words. And she wanted him to keep touching her cheek. And then touch her in other places. “You should stop.”
“Probably.
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― Sugared
― Sugared
