Fayth

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“What a pretty toy.” My voice is that of an unhinged stranger. Beneath the blankets, there’s a soft snicker that spurs me on. “It’s my toy, right? Nobody else’s. Mine only…because I don’t like sharing my things.” “Yours,”
Poetry On Ice (Totally Pucked, #1)
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