It’s a wonder they don’t call me Greased Lightning.
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Family Honour
She would dig deep even if old wounds wept…
The Glow
The ship scooped them up through the floor.
It’s a wonder they don’t call me Greased Lightning.
She would dig deep even if old wounds wept…
The ship scooped them up through the floor.
Fleur's Fables 