All right." He straightened up and seemed to be true to his promise to let it go. "I will be a man about this." That lasted until he saw the scratches on the hood from the mountain lion and the front fender, Where Abigail had dragged it off the driveway. Wailing, he went to it and sank to his knees. He sprawled over the hood and laid his head on the damaged fender. "I'm so sorry, Bets. I should of hidden the keys. Booted your tires. Something. I had know idea anyone would hurt you so, baby. I swear I'll never let anyone hurt you again. Ayyy, how could they do this to you? How? Oh the humanity!
Sherrilyn KenyonDo you want my input or is this just an angry tirade you need to vent? (Acheron) Both! (Kat) Okay, you rant and Iโll add my comments at the end. (Acheron)
Sherrilyn KenyonYour mama-akra sent that to you, akri, to hurt the heathen-god. Now itโs Dimonique time. The Simi canโt be bothered we no Greek god messing with the one who pays the plastic bills. Can the Simi have that black metal card she loves so much? (Simi)
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