Please, if you would, the butler said, no throwing the linens. Peaches, anyone? -Fritz
Fritz. The butler rushed over from the crudité arrangement he was working on. Yes, master! I am eager to be of aid. Take this. iAm peeled the cat off himself, prying both of its front claws out of his...
Man, Rhage is playin’ with fire, Butch said as he started to rack up the balls. I give Fritz thirty seconds before he’s—Here he comes. I’m going to pretend I’m not here. V took a swig of his Goose. Me...