like luck, mike/harvey, suits.
“I know we joke about him being a puppy all the time,” Donna says, rapping blood red nails against the white side of her takeaway box. “But I think there’s something a little more vicious underneath there.”
Oh my GOD. I ended up writing this instead of my english essay, guh. but
mockerybird's prompt, you guys. forever a sucker for
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