My mother’s friend sips on her coffee, her eyes don’t leave my face. she warns as she looks at me, quietly, without saying a word, because at that age you must have heard warnings about smooth talking beasts, because things […]
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My mother’s friend sips on her coffee, her eyes don’t leave my face. she warns as she looks at me, quietly, without saying a word, because at that age you must have heard warnings about smooth talking beasts, because things […]