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Chapter 67: Pinky Swear
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2025-08-31 23:57:30
emmzOkay, but can we TALK about that pinky promise? The way Jude went from a sulky, jealous little man-baby to “I’m your guy; call me, not him.” Like, sir, you are 6’2” of rage and possessiveness, and yet you’re here with your pouty lips demanding a pinky swear? Where can I get one like him? And Marion! My queen. She’s over here juggling survival, Burner, Jude’s jealousy, and still manages to clown Ivy the second she pops up like a bad perfume commercial. That “bargain-bin vampire” I want to say this to someone so bad. LOL. I live for her mouth. Marion does not miss. EVER. And I hope my girlies are taking notes: sharp tongue, a nice fit… and Big Boss Energy… Drop your theories, rate the chapter, and tell me in the comments:Team Pinky Promise or Team Burner Backup? And drop some gems; they help a lot.
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