"Uncle might be innocent, but I'd definitely be guilty of slapping some sense into these brutes. With my parasol if need be. I motioned to Thomas, who was still glaring at the police collectively, then swept from the room like a storm rushing through the streets, cleansing all the grit in a mad downpour.
To Hell with them all."
I love this girl more and more with each passing page.
— Jan 19, 2020 01:10AM
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