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My mama and daddy named me Tempest not because of my red hair, but because I was born on a stormy night. According to my mother, I was howling like the wind.
If Jenn is the Banana Cake Queen, I am the Duchess of Muffins.
My bullshitter has been broken since the day I was born. I couldn’t lie my way out of a brown paper sack.
Nobody gossips like the barflies and the Baptists.”
Oh, fuck me… and fuck him and his pink pony he rode in on.
“I love you, you big ol’ heathen.” “I love you, too, you Amazonian holy roller.”
Have I ever thought that word before? It’s now my second favorite C word. The first being its owner.
“Get out of that pretty little head of yours,” Cage says, his voice low as he swipes his thumb across his bottom lip, looking like an erotic advertisement for everything manly and good in the world.
