Now, in this decadent age the art of fire-making had been altogether forgotten on the earth. The red tongues that went licking up my heap of wood were an altogether new and strange thing to Weena.
...and thus draw out all the unwholesome Air and Stench, which does more harm than any Physick can repair.
I ordered two dozen doughnuts.
“Speaking of loyalty…” I give Shit a nasty side-eye but he only pants at me, eyes slightly glazed. That’s when I realize his lipstick is all the way out. “Hey, stop turning my dog on,” I tell Mac.
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