Sir Bear's creative chaos pet masquerading as a fierce dragon. Writing myself back into the messy, magical story of life.
“No, I’ve got it,” she said, reversing and tugging the scarf free.
“Right. Sure.” He stepped back. “Merry Christmas?”
She rolled away, a single strand of wool still caught on her wheel.
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“No, I’ve got it,” she said, reversing and tugging the scarf free.
“Right. Sure.” He stepped back. “Merry Christmas?”
She rolled away, a single strand of wool still caught on her wheel.
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