Megan Thomas

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That was disastrous. I’m a giant fucking idiot. It wasn’t bad enough that I’d frightened her into fainting, then prowled around her home like a stalker; I’d also managed to disgrace myself in front of her. The only saving factor was that I was able to run for the hills before I destroyed her outhouse. Damn sensitive stomach. Damn cheese and milk in all its evil forms.
That Time I Got Drunk and Yeeted a Love Potion at a Werewolf (Mead Mishaps, #2)
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