You see, Sheriff. I was taking a shower at the Deadman’s Falls after Festus pushed me in the dirt. Sure, there was a bout of fisticuffs, but nothing too crazy? Yes, I know he’s a horse, but I’ve been lonely. Where’s my pants? Yes, sir. Festus ate them.
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Sour pickles that make me pucker, I like to torture some poor sucker. Tell them sweet! It’s just one gherkin. It’s fun to trick, but mind your smirkin’!
Grace raced to the emergency pull station on the other side of the room. There wasn’t much room for debate and doubt on this one. They fucked up. The quarant...
We’re twins, you and I. We are so much alike. We have both our positives and negatives. My yin to your yang, so to speak. Alone, we are powerless, but togeth...
Eunice sniffed the milk carton left on the counter and wrinkled her nose, swallowing hard against her rising gorge.
