’ ‘Did I so?’ Gerald said, amused. She crouched beneath a stump, her extremities twitching as the sun set orange and blue beyond the lace of iron-black trees. And now you know. Open that bottle with a blue seal, my dear. Still, Katy Pfister is a grumpy whore who would open her legs for half the football team if given a chance. I cannot turn into a bat.
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