Sitting in church last night, waiting for a meeting to begin, McBouncy looked at me with the smuggest smirk you ever saw in your whole life. “What?” I asked suspiciously. “It’ll ruin your day,” she said with barely masked pleasure. “What?” I repeated, becoming nervous and fearful. She leaned across and stroked my hair, then [...]
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