Wolf River - Chapter 7

He froze in mid chew, the partially stripped drumstick half ways to his mouth. what the hell was that? his mind questioned crazily. how did he know...? what the hell was going on here? how were these thoughts getting into his mind?

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Little Lady's Favor

"My sister says she likes you," the boy said, and stuck out his tongue as if the gossip tasted foul. "I've seen her like boys before, she wants to kiss them and stuff. It's really gross." Desmond smiled crookedly. He was taken aback by the sudden...

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