Chapter Forty-One
CAL
oBITCHuary: I was promised groveling.
oBITCHuary: Hey, are you dead?
oBITCHuary: Please don't be dead.
oBITCHuary: I hate to admit it, but…I've gotten a little attached.
CAL
oBITCHuary: I was promised groveling.
oBITCHuary: Hey, are you dead?
oBITCHuary: Please don't be dead.
oBITCHuary: I hate to admit it, but…I've gotten a little attached.
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