Wolf's Desire
“Whoa.”
Some was one of those words he’d had trouble with when he’d first joined the sapian world. It could mean three or four, or it could mean a dozen. In Lily’s case, some meant shelf after shelf grouped with jars. One hundred? Two hundred, maybe? Each had a red checkered top and a sticker that said Guava, Papaya, or Pineapple-Mango along with a date, all written in her neat script.
The red of her cheeks intensified, and she said, “Old habits are hard to break.”
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