The only thing that stopped him from marching over, picking up that frickin’ food, and slinging it across the room was the fact that it wasn’t the maichen’s fault. s’Ex blowing him off had nothing to do with her,
Oh, but it is her fault. She doesn't want s'Ex to mess with Iam... the plot thickens
“Faster!” she yelled at Fritz. “Let’s go even faster!” “As you wish, mistress!”
"Did we just become best friends?"Fritz asked Selena over the roar of the engine.
"Yepp!!" Selena beamed at the doggen.
"Do you want to go do donuts in the parking lot?"
"Yepp!"
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