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September 19 - November 17, 2025
“What in the strawberry fucking shortcake is going on?!” Harlow roared. At the same time, his mind was questioning what the fuck ‘chuffed’ meant.
Who would have figured that talking to individuals as sentient beings after you indiscriminately murdered them for years would make some nervous, he thought sarcastically.
Ahh, bad boys…
Foxx glared. “Why are we friends?” “Because I give you unlimited cuddles, and I put up with you. And maybe I sort of love your cute ass, despite how much you like to put it in danger.” Foxx's eyes narrowed, but he still flopped over to cuddle into Alastair’s side. He did, however, grumble as he did
Foxx stared, eyes wide for a few moments as his heart was crushed into pieces, and all hope of happy, fun, and sexy adventures disappeared. This time, it was he who didn’t respond. Instead, Foxx turned away, hands clenched in his lap, and looked out of the window. He did all he could do to keep the sadness from seeping into his expression, but he didn’t think he had succeeded.
“Look, I don’t have patience or a conscience, so to be perfectly clear, I have no problem torturing you for a set of car keys.”
HARLOW WOULDN’T BE ABLE TO ESCAPE! He would have no choice but to be Foxx’s friend now! They would bond! Maybe even fuck! Oh, the Goddess had shined her moonlight down on him, blessing him with her favors and loveeee!

