This is for Chaotic Binky.
300 words
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“Payments”
He watched him ride off. Gods, he was angry. He clenched his fists on the thick stone not noticing the skin scraped raw. There was no excuse for the cruelty of keeping him pent indoors.
Would he run? Unlikely. He might comfort himself making plans, he’d use these afternoons searching out the
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