“Why does she act that way? He has literally saved her life a dozen times, and she treats him like a lapdog,” Natalie complained as she flipped through the pages of her notebook, tearing them periodically in her frustration with Freya. I never understood how she could study lying on the floor on her back, but to each her own, I guess.
The Fires Begin
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