" She stared into the corner, not looking Victor in the eyes
. I haven't felt that in a while.
. Could you imagine a muffin that smelled like ammonia, limburger vinegar, and old sweat socks?” asked Hugh, “I don’t think so. “I’d eat a fritter, but what I could really go for is a stack of rich fluffy buttermilk pancakes…” Thought Hugh
" She stared into the corner, not looking Victor in the eyes
. I haven't felt that in a while.
. Could you imagine a muffin that smelled like ammonia, limburger vinegar, and old sweat socks?” asked Hugh, “I don’t think so. “I’d eat a fritter, but what I could really go for is a stack of rich fluffy buttermilk pancakes…” Thought Hugh
" She stared into the corner, not looking Victor in the eyes
. I haven't felt that in a while.
. Could you imagine a muffin that smelled like ammonia, limburger vinegar, and old sweat socks?” asked Hugh, “I don’t think so. “I’d eat a fritter, but what I could really go for is a stack of rich fluffy buttermilk pancakes…” Thought Hugh
