Broken Bad Boy
“They don’t exist.”
She chuckled. “You have weirder imagination, Percie.”
I stood up. “You have no idea. That woman here before, I think of her as a zombie with a horn and fangs. She has no brains, but she whispers to everyone and takes them to her lair, then eats their brains, skins them, then drains their blood, and throws them afterward.”
She giggled. Did she just giggle? ”You’re gonna be a good writer, Percie.”
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