I handed him a beaker and toyed with the pleats of my skirt. The folds kept rippling against my knees in a distracting way. It was one of Naomi's additions to my wardrobe. I quickly decided that I hated it.
Related Authors: Andrea Cremer | Nightshade
Related Topics: fantasy, funny, humor, skirt, werewolf
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