Bugout! A Novel Coronavirus Novel Ch. 87
Ashley reached over and adjusted the piglet’s seat belt and mask. You want a name, don’t you? Oink. OK, OK, I’m thinking. Oink’s a good name. But it sounds like pig Latin and I’m not fluent in a second species language. Oink. You’re the only person who knows I left Sterling alongside the road to […]
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