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No one could live a laid-back, quaint, small-town life with a murderer outside their back door. That was just logical.
‘Who are you?’ she asked, keeping one hand on the door in case she had to slam it in this mysterious pumpkin-man’s face.
He loved his grandmother, but her cooking was atrocious. Her crock pot was where food dreams went to die.
Lol
Chickens he could do. Chickens made sense. Chickens didn’t pretend they loved you until you proposed in front of the whole damn town at the annual Christmas-tree lighting and then suddenly changed their mind.
There was something very confident about this alpaca, something that said he could sell out stadiums to thousands of screaming fans, too, if he wanted. He’d just rather be here, munching grass instead.
Jeanie slept like a baby. And not one of those babies that’s up all night. Like a really impressive sleeping baby.
