"That is what I used to do to Griddle," she says, frowning, tugging off the gloves. "She was my whipping girl. The repository of my..." She flexes her hands, like pale spiders, and scowls at them; begins putting the gloves back on. "Vile intentions."
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Date: 2020-11-25 04:46 pm (UTC)