She's the princess, Colt!" Addie grabbed his arm. "She's just like we imagined, isn't she?"

Napier hopped down to inspect the wound. "You imagined the princess with a hole in her leg? How sick."

"Get away from her," Colt scoffed. "You're halfway under Tucker's skirts."
"I'm a doctor!"
"No, you're not!

Autor: Emory Sharplin

She's the princess, Colt!" Addie grabbed his arm. "She's just like we imagined, isn't she?"<br /><br />Napier hopped down to inspect the wound. "You imagined the princess with a hole in her leg? How sick."<br /><br />"Get away from her," Colt scoffed. "You're halfway under Tucker's skirts."<br />"I'm a doctor!"<br />"No, you're not! - Emory Sharplin




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