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September 6 - September 7, 2025
So, I did what any decent lass would do—bit his arm. Hard.
I was born to become a skunk ornament in a crone’s cottage, apparently.
Those dark brown eyes of hers narrowed on me. They were a lovely shade, like the dirt of a freshly dug grave—mine, apparently.
Cursed stars, how I angry pined for him.