His Bond Was a Cage
The bag goes behind the pickle jars, the ones my mother keeps and nobody eats.
Two shirts. My boots. My mother's wool socks. That is everything I own that Maddox did not pick out for me.
End of Chapter 3
Stories contain mature romantic and sexual content. All characters are fictional adults.
LeaveThe bag goes behind the pickle jars, the ones my mother keeps and nobody eats.
Two shirts. My boots. My mother's wool socks. That is everything I own that Maddox did not pick out for me.
End of Chapter 3
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