He Slapped Me Over a $15,000 Handbag. He Didn’t Know My Son Controlled the Iron Reapers.
Chapter One: The Coffee That Should Have Been Ordinary
By the time the lunch crowd started lining up along Route 81, my knees had already declared war on the rest of my body, and I was only three hours into my shift, which was nothing compared …
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