Loving Anderson Ivers
"You are late, princess," his voice whispered to me gingerly. I could hear the grin in his voice.
"First of all," I spoke through gritted teeth. "I am not your princess. Secondly, stop talking to me."
Highest Ranking: #108//Short Story
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