The problem is, if you never weep in public... well, the public assumes you never weep.

Get on before I blow you lose of your shoes and give your fathers cause to celebrate!

Once upon a time and a very good time it was there was a moocow coming down along the road and this moocow that was coming down along the road met a nicens little boy named baby tuckoo

He’s growling for her?” Rónan asked. “His mate walks by, and he does no’ touch her? Or pull her into his lap? It’s no’ natural! And it’s starting to freak me out.

Written By Kresley Cole

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