(FOURTEEN) Grandma Was a Genocidal Fascist
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“So, you’re here to kill me.” Pugs twisted his child-sized tie around his neck.
Gilbert sat in his lead clothes, flanked by two very large minotaurs in tailored suits. He nodded and stared at the man-dog through the round portal in the hood.
Pugs stood on a stool in front of the mirror in his private bathroom. It was a shrine to cleanliness in gold and st…
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