Pascal is learning his lady has some balls, “where are you going?” I reach out for her, but she steps back out of the way. “You’re just going to grab my crotch, drink my whiskey, and leave?” The man is quite possessive, “I am a snob,” I admit, trying to pull my plate away. “And I told you, I don’t share, whether that means you or potatoes.” I liked this book, I liked Pascal.
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