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And I lied to myself when I began clanging pots together so she’d wake up and speak to me instead of just making her breakfast. Though burning it wasn’t the initial plan. Neither was practically foaming at the mouth anytime she spoke.
That Time I Got Drunk and Yeeted a Love Potion at a Werewolf (Mead Mishaps, #2)
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