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Heidi *Bookwyrm Babe, Voyeur of Covers, Caresser of Spines, Unashamed Smut Slut, the Always Sleepy Wyrm of the Stacks, and Drinker of Tea and Wine*
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The air was still and offensive, like being trapped inside a jar of dog’s breath.
Such a way with disgusting smells
“My late wife. I think it’s scummy. Can’t get rid of it, though; I used to be sentimental. Through here, Starr.�
as the dancer made her meal right there on the stage in a mess of blood and guts and saliva and God only knew what. She found herself thinking, Wet type, absolutely wet.
She had the absurd feeling that the Widower would threaten to keep her inside during recess next.
“You big, pretty brute,� said the ghoul. “Big, pretty lug.�
