The Fated Fake Marriage
I smile.
He picks up his pen and goes back to his crossword. “That would make you Mrs. Animal,” he replies flatly as he reads. “Actually, put that on my headstone. Here lies Mr. Animal, husband to Mrs. Animal, who loved sucking cock.” He raises an eyebrow. “Hmm, I like it.”
I roll my eyes. “Do your crossword, idiot.” I glance over his shoulder and read the next question. “Vostok 6,” I murmur.
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