Thursday, December 22, 2016

The cursed spring

The longer I soaked in the Spring of the Drowned Girl, the sexier I became. I could hear my brother on the bank, yelling at me to get out before the changes became permanent. He should know better, having known me my whole life.  I had searched for years to find the location of this spring. I was not about to back out now.

1 comment:

  1. And what an amazing job that spring did on him!

    Cheers
    Zapper

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