Inside was a small white business card; on it was what looked like a bat with wings.
Warning: Rude bits! Don't say I didn't warn you.
" You taste so good, like a fine wine; not too sweet, not overwhelming, fuller and deeper, toasty and warm and not pretentious "
Who was I to deny a man one last cigarette?
Warning don't read this if you're sensitive to death, funerals or under the age of 18 and I mean it!
‘What’s going on?’ the half asleep man asked as he wiped the sleep from his green eyes.
WARNING: THIS CHAPTER MAY BE DISTURBING TO YOUNGER READERS.
‘Why is Matt attached to an ironing board? And who are you?’
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