And your feet stale enough to be fit for toasting.
“And I can sit on one of the chairs by the candles and sew, and toast my feet meanwhile. I think my hands will be strong enough to sew again soon.”
“And your feet stale enough to be fit for toasting.”
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Chapters“I shall call you Battle Mama!” Yware cried.
Matilda’s brows arched into a look of warning when she saw Alred’s eyes light up at the name. She knew she would hear it again, and not only from her son.
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