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He liked to quietly seethe. He liked having something to grumble about. Cute little growly kitten.
“You can just leave it, hon,” the fae said in a sympathetic voice as he and my best friend watched me jerk off a werewolf dildo suctioned to the floor of a sex shop at 10 a.m. on a Friday morning.
“That did just happen in real life,” he told me, impassioned. “This is your life. Your life is becoming a nineties rom com. Embrace it.”
I should’ve just stayed with Frank and Beans, knocking back shots until I passed out. Beans had told me I was ‘one of them’ now. I should’ve just embraced it. I could become their third and spend my days wearing tighty-whities and karate-chopping random objects. Change my name to Coleslaw.
