First Line of Friday:
He stepped over the body like a prom queen moving over a puddle.
Last Line of yesterday:
I swallowed. This part I didn’t like talking about. Hell, what fae did?
Current Word Count:
Oh dear bog I’ve lost count. Umm…
3 otherwise out of action
Plus several dozen weasels, hamsters, and terriers dead.
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