Once the room was set up and lit as brightly as possible, it took all three men to carefully lift Chloe into position on the makeshift delivery table. “So much for dignity,” she said from behind the mask. “Shut up,” Floyd said, but he playfully pinched her toe.
It’s like Jenkins and LaHaye looked forward in time, saw my drinking game from book three, and decided to give me exactly what was in the rules as many times as possible
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