“Bollocks!” he hissed, clenching his fist against the intense pain. His cigarette fell to the floor forgotten and slowly stained crimson from the tragedy of Pino Noir that littered the floor of the cellar.
“What have you done now?” Mige called down the cellar stair. The familiar shuffle of footsteps and floorboards was quickly followed by a groan
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oh no
Bam Save Ville!!!
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would love to read more
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I loved it dear!
Please, more soon?
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