The boy who shopped in Biba
A book imagined from the perspective of Mary Austin. "He laughed, covering his mouth with his hand. "Don't." I murmured and took his hand away. "Don't hide your teeth." He looked at me, embarrassed. "I was born with four supernumerary incisors. That's why they look so awful." He explained, flushing red. "They called m...
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