Fang
I had put it off too long already. Going to see the new owner of The Drunken Otter. But I couldn't put it off any longer. She was hosting my party tomorrow, the least I owed the woman was a hello. Not that I wanted to.
I had no time for women like her.
I had no time for any woman beyond taking my fill. Not anymore.
Something huge and grey leapt out in front of me, jolting me back to reality. I swerved, but my bike clipped it and sent it tumbling further into the road.
Panting, I came to a stop, throwing a glance behind me to see what the hell I had just hit.
A dog.
A dog the size of a f*****g pony got up, shaking its scraggly grey fur, and started limping towards the curb. Who the hell had a dog that big? And what the hell was it doing running free in my town?
“Woofy.”
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