did, Greg would probably notice it himself. Him and his pesky honor. Him and his pesky overly sensitive knightly instinct. Gregor’s naive trust made him feel like a childrens story villain. Mustache too twirly, back too crooked and way too tall. Hide your grain, hide your wives, for Schneiderstein has arrived!


    crass. A swimming class wouldn’t be feasible because that would imply the brats didn’t know how to swim, but a competition had a better chance of working out.The story has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation.


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    “Now if this had been a good month or two into the school year, that would be a believable lie. Enough time to gain the trust of the careful but still gullible kitchen stuff. But it had only been a mere 8 days. Well, not that the quality of her lie changed anything.


    “You look stressed, sir. Cinnamon tea is the best medicine.” She smiled sweetly. Or rather, tried to smile sweetly. The bends on her facial muscles looked unnatural, macabre. She hadn’t dipped into the uncanny valley, she’d bungee jumped down with nothing but gum and prayer.


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