I am forever yours, Kitten, in this life or the next.
Shit. I hated her already, and we hadn’t even met.
You’re not a woman,” he said finally. “You’re the Grim Reaper with red hair!
Next to her, I felt like Carrot Top in drag.Cat re: Annette
I don’t mind foreigners. God save the queen!” he squeaked and ran.
I think we need to have a little talk, woman to skank.