A Wilding Wells
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Filthy English Excerpt
Chapter 1 Remi Plain and simple, this night sucked. Sadly, it was my honeymoon. I sighed heavily and gazed around Masquerade, an intimately lit London nightclub where everyone wore black domino masks, some elaborate and some plain, to hide their identity. A few die-hards even sported dark clothing with long, loose cloaks. Not me though.…
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June 17th Book Haul
Post number three tonight! I hope my thoughts are still being expressed in some form of coherent manner. At least I’m giving you a bit of everything in the process, which is fun (I think). This is an entry I meant to post last week, but I simply haven’t had the time to get it…