They called me Fat Pig on New Year's Eve. They used knives and tools they shouldn’t have used. In places they shouldn’t be put. ~ The library gave me silence.Until a black book showed up on the Christmas cart.Brides of the Black Solstice.
Grong. Filthy.
Familiar in the worst way.I read it once—during the eclipse— And now Blackwood Fal
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Totally not up to your standards I did not like it at all I am