[ by the time clover reaches the banquet hall with the knife, she's fuming—ready to claw someone's eyes out. a chihuahua walks beside her, snarling and growling.
and then all that happens.
it does not improve her mood one iota. oh she does not like what this could mean one bit. ]
...Maybe I really did get cursed.
[ Cursed listening to him, that is. Ugh. What a day. ]
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and then all that happens.
it does not improve her mood one iota. oh she does not like what this could mean one bit. ]
...Maybe I really did get cursed.
[ Cursed listening to him, that is. Ugh. What a day. ]