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74 Godiva Street, Monday Morning
On Monday, Tamsin woke up.
This was only notable in the sense that over the past two days, that had not technically been the case.
But yes, Tamsin woke up-- spat some brown hair out of her mouth and squinted up at the brunette it belonged to.
Then she spat out some very foul words.
[[ for bo! ]]
This was only notable in the sense that over the past two days, that had not technically been the case.
But yes, Tamsin woke up-- spat some brown hair out of her mouth and squinted up at the brunette it belonged to.
Then she spat out some very foul words.
[[ for bo! ]]