TW: Contains some descriptions of blood and violencePhilip smiled at me as I shuffled towards his counter. ‘Morning Frank, how can I help you?’Good. If Philip was in a cheerful mood, that would make this much easier. I smiled back at him. ‘One course of antibiotics, please.’...
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Read Story...“This is the twentieth time we’ve heard All I Want For Christmas Is You,” I say to Alicia. ...
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