Book 3: Chapter 89

A/N: the Ox’s Beloved is up!

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I put down my buttercream tips, and let both my pink and green dyed frosting float there in midair.

Time is stopped; even the songbirds were mid-flap, and my cows mid-graze.

Why does it always happen only on the days *I* have plans?

I sat on the couch, and waved my hand over my dining table. I watched the ripple.

I watched my sons be the biggest jackasses this s