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“I know, but he’s so baby girl.”
You’re the diversity hire girlfriend. That’s it.
“Good, that’s the right answer. You should buy one of those huge sunhats and sleep with a bunch of hot twenty-five-year olds. If you’re not being railed on your private sundeck by some unnamed stranger with a six-pack, what’s the point of anything.”
“Maybe I just want to do some quiet, off the grid dream job,” Sumi blurted. “Make jelly and bake pies. I don’t know, maybe I’ll open a flower shop. I love flowers.”
an opportunity to be happy rather than simply exist.
Slap your ass all the way out the door. It’s a big, bouncy ass, so they’ll be able to hear you coming all the way in Cambric Creek.
Compatible rizz for sure.
After you’re someone new, maybe he can be part of the new vibe. Deadass.
DiscHorse felt oddly comfortable
the spectrum! My tiny-boned sisters are locked into dressing
I’ll let you know if I need impregnating.
Some of his neighbors were the horniest folks in existence, and her full breasts and round hips would make a fast impression the first time she went grocery shopping.
It would be a race to see who could be the first to stick their dick into her, and she would have her pick of the neighborhood.
Maybe a werewolf.
Yeah, their vibes are mid
If there was a wisteria-covered cock in her messages, her message would be very different. Interested in a gardening buddy? I’d love to lend a hand pruning that.
plus,“
Negative rizz.
you’re going to spend the summer having a nice menty b.
She didn’t want to be told by people who didn’t understand how she felt that she was going to regret it.
her love of pop culture and flowers and aptitude with Gen Alpha slang.
I’m sad for the person I’ve been. She hasn’t been very happy, and I don’t think I realized that until now. The worst part is the little voice in my head. W hat if I screw everything up? What if I think I’m leaving all these unhappy things behind, but I’m the reason they’re like that in the first place?
So fucking Ohio.
Advanced Rizzenomics: pleading for your life.
“Owen, I think this is worthy of a second look between—“
“My father wasn’t voted into a seat on this commission, Barth. I was.”
the glint of his canines, the silver flash in his dark eyes. The room went silent.
Now all we need is to find you the hot twenty-five-year-old to blow out your back.”
Sumi had no doubt that he’d be able to blow out her back every day of the week and twice on Sundays.
if he wants to make me his breeding bitch, I’m not gonna say no.”
flag. He’s clearly not a player, or else he’d be better at this.
Would he hold her in his coils like a constrictor?
And the tip!
What else can he do with that tail?
She had no idea what the handsome, dark-haired young man meant by her being at a disadvantage, and his remark about community perception being her problem to deal with was ominous, but she decided to take the advice. Get involved and get involved quickly.
in his official capacity as her tour guide/future spouse.
And here you are, dropping F-bombs with zero abandon, uncaring of the delicate ears who might be listening. SO cringe.
this town fucking loves gossip and partying. In that order.
the golden domed clock tower looking out over the whole town, where Jack Hemming had his office.
They would never let a chain store open right off Main Street, practically under Jack’s nose.
Jack Hemming’s distaste for chain stores had bled into his redeveloped downtown, the entirety of Cambric Creek seeming to embrace the mom and pop ethos.
tapping open the DiscHorse icon.
I’d really like to know what Jack has to say about this.
Tomorrow, he was going to City Hall to rip someone a new one, and if they weren’t any help, he would sidewind his way up Main Street until he was standing in front of Jack Hemming’s door.
As long as Jack Hemming drew breath, he would be calling the shots. The final boss, as it were.
Silent for a moment, at least, until Ranar heard Jack’s dark laughter, devoid of humor. “Sit your ass down. You made the best decision you could, I respect that. And now you stand on it with both feet.”
“My son, Owen. He’s on the planning commission.”
She had been told they had a dress code. All black. I get that funeral flowers are part of the job, but this is ridiculous.
“your drip is impeccable. Super coquette.“
“I have my strawberry Simon cup, but it’s not the same.”
