First words: Marie steadied the lemonade pitcher with her free hand and ducked her head down, hiding her expression. (I know you were all wondering what happened to that lemonade!)
Last words: “Well, you did say I was supposed to be your assistant. I imagined that would require, mmm, a certain level of assisting you.”
I think I’m going to put aside the Despot of Santa Roux now. It’s at 13,608 now and it’s all over the place.
Time to move on to Slip Contact!
Total words: 36,798
I met clare_dragonfly last night!
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