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Sipping at my tea, too many thoughts and possibilities whirled around in my head. The one that kept popping up, which I really hated, was that Pashkin might be my father! I knew the fey folk had strange ways, and different attitudes to love than we humans, but I couldn’t believe that dallying with one’s daughter was on the list of acceptable behaviour.
Jacinta Palmer🍂
🦋 Marie A. Rebelle
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Oh this will be just nasty!
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