
“I know you're a tentacle monster, but don't worry—I like it!” Hattie Burns whispered into the ear of Winston Clarke and smiled. Then, she put her arm around his shoulders and kissed him on the cheek. His eyes widened, and he drew back slightly, making the bar chair creak. But, he couldn't go far, as she was holding onto him. “So, you know my secret. Just who are you?” he asked. -
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