Kitten." His voice was thick with something I couldn't name. "This is the part... where you don't have a choice.
Jeaniene FrostYou chose to come to Paris, of all places,” Mencheres replied. So what? Got something against the French?
Jeaniene FrostIsn’t he gorgeous?” With those rolls, the wet-sounding grunts, bulbous wiggly tail, and smashed face—not to mention the fart the dog let out once he situated himself—he was gorgeous in a way that only a parent could appreciate.
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