Lyndale Lush Life: 17
Sebastian Barnes eyed the rickety porch swing in front of him, not at all sure that it could handle his weight.
He was even less sure of the willowy and weird woman who was insistently patting the open seat next to her on said swing.
“I won’t bite, Sebastian. Well, maybe a nibble!”, said the weird one, continuing, “but, if you don’t want to sit down, we will just have to talk this out, quickly. I have places to go!”, and she crossed her arms, then her legs, and st…
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