Polly stared, fork poised midair. âFirst of all, how are you even talking? Second, why would the Dairy Kingdom need me? Iâm lactose intolerant.â
It didnât look like anything sheâd expected. There was no lust, no vulgarityâonly raw, poignant vulnerability. The name of the piece was Isolde's Rising.
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First one's an ongoing short story collection, second one's a novella