Hideous Horace and Beautiful Boris
Hideous Horace was not the monster who stalked the halls of my nightmares.
Read More Hideous Horace and Beautiful BorisHideous Horace was not the monster who stalked the halls of my nightmares.
Read More Hideous Horace and Beautiful Boris“We’re not looking for a fountain or waters, ladies and gentlemen,” Taryn said, clicking to the last slide in her presentation. She felt the nervous excitement caught between her stomach and her chest. She took a quick breath and took a dramatic half turn toward the image on the screen before she spoke again.
“We’re looking for a cup.”
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