Jane Doe was eating clover back by the fire pit several evenings in a row. Even odder, she was by herself when she came to nibble on the blooming white flowers. I don't know if her fawn was hidden back in the brush by the property line. I hope they are somewhere safe.
Death Goddess Walking - Chapter 10
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I'm chugging away on the current wips, but weeds wait for no man. Or woman.
In between writing stints, I've been slowly making my way through the
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