Rural Hospitality | An Entree Sized Story

“oh the hog eye sailors roll and go, when they come down tae saint francis go.[1]” the bear sung out of tune to a fiddle playing only in his head as he picked up four lengths of rubber tubing. “with a hog eye! ho! railroad navvy with a hog eye.”

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My Mighty Alpha, King, and...Father In-Law!

"yes," dug said whole heartedly impressed, "saint francis would definitely be jealous."

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The Wolf Man (Part I of III)

"it's 500 saint francis avenue," melina immediately answered, her eyes suddenly fixing on something that made her fright grow even more. the bedroom door was wide open, despite her closing it when she went to bed.

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