FROM Retirement, an Ode : "JOY, ROSE-LIPPED DRYAD, LOVES TO DWELL" / THOMAS WARTON THE ELDER (1688-1745) -- A Toast / JOHN BYROM (1692-1763) -- On a Fly Drinking Out of His Cup / WILLIAM OLDYS (1696-1761) -- FROM The Grave : "SEE YONDER HALLOWED FANE, THE PIOUS WORK" / ROBERT BLAIR (1699-1746) -- FR
Perfection #3
β Scribed by Adams, Claire; Gleason, Shawna
- Book ID
- 108724828
- Year
- 2015
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 41 KB
- Series
- Perfection 3
- Category
- Fiction
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
β¦ Synopsis
I kept going from liking Bullet to hating his guts. When he asked me to go camping I wasn't interested but staying alone in his cabin sounded even worse. When nighttime comes he tells me something that makes me believe he understands my secret and I gave into his sexual desire. The next day I got up and went to town by myself where a lady confronted me and told me something about Bullet that could destroy us forever.
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