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Savannah and Emilie had mentioned he wasn’t here for a match, but they’d also told me brown cows made chocolate milk when we were in preschool. They were clearly an unreliable source of information.
Seducing her had been easier than taking candy from a baby. Ironically, taking candy from her was something I didn’t think was possible without losing an arm.
“What’s she like?” The pearls in Monica’s fingers probably twisted with her eagerness. “The proud owner of a pulse and a womb, your only two requirements.”