Her dad turned to me. “You. Follow Me.””Woof,” I said.
Trouble seems to follow me around, waiting to club me with a tire iron.
The earth had two childrenA son named Adamand a daughter
Son,” he said, “you monkeyed up.
Such a small thing to cause so much trouble.
You make me laugh,” he told me seriously.
Clinical, brilliantly medical-minded Adam believes in fate. A fate with Fia.
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