She hissed in pain as something in her ankle tore, red streaks of pain racing up her leg and leaving her leaning between her good leg and the door. Ow. Ow.
Great. Perfect. Best weekend ever.
"Sorry, what should I be doing? Singing a hymn to your glory? Lighting some candles somewhere? Have any preferences?"
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Great. Perfect. Best weekend ever.
"Sorry, what should I be doing? Singing a hymn to your glory? Lighting some candles somewhere? Have any preferences?"