Madeleine Guthrie

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“Sorry, were you going somewhere?” the sarcastic ass finally spoke. With sleep adding an extra dose of gruffness to his voice, my reaction was the same as drinking fine liquor. My belly warmed, and I was drunk instantly. If I were standing right now, I’d be swaying on my feet and then lying about the cause to keep my dignity.
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