Just think. If you were some big shot like a casting director or something, I'd be staring into your bridgework, saying, 'Yes, Mr. Smearkase; no, Mr. Smearkase; not really, Mr. Smearkase. Oh! Mr. Smearkase, that's my knee!'
I remember one idle bright afternoon here when Phillip bluffed out his little chest, sneaking expectant glances back at me and Cammy, until she restrained him from bickering with that beagle.
restrained
It's gonna be a series of short spamfics that add up to a bigger collection called Confession.
Confession
I call bullshit. She called foul on their scheme.
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