Tiffany showed u
ies, their scent cloying and funereal. She
er voice dripping with false sweetness.
en his mother sent them for my birthday, and I ended up in the emergency room. Tiff
ready starting to feel tigh
. "Oh, don't be s
The pollen hit me like a physical blow. I gasped, stumbling backward, my lungs
r voice a cruel mockery of co
out, the front door
or air, and Tiffany standing over me with the f
l is going on
to his side. "I just brought the flowers you sent, and
of disgust. "Bullying the innocent intern n
to my wheezing breaths. He just wrapped his arm aro
y. I'll deal wi
ing on the floor beside me
h Quarter Pawn Shop. All Conten
oms. The locket. T
re
was ashes. A strangled sound, something between a laugh
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