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Live, Laugh, Lurk: A Boundlands Novella
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Live, Laugh, Lurk: A Boundlands Novella in Chattanooga, TN
Current price: $14.99

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Live, Laugh, Lurk: A Boundlands Novella in Chattanooga, TN
Current price: $14.99
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Nothing could be worse than having to take a temporary job in a spooky old college town. Until I discover I'm living downstairs from a terrifying mothman.
The only thing I want is to get back to my old life as soon as possible. But then I realize that the most terrifying thing about the mothman is his obsession with well-made lamps-and I notice how good his backside looks during our shared yoga class. Slowly, he wraps himself around my heart like one of his chunky, hand-knitted blankets. Will I be able to shake off the sparkly moth dust when it's time to go home?
The only thing I want is to get back to my old life as soon as possible. But then I realize that the most terrifying thing about the mothman is his obsession with well-made lamps-and I notice how good his backside looks during our shared yoga class. Slowly, he wraps himself around my heart like one of his chunky, hand-knitted blankets. Will I be able to shake off the sparkly moth dust when it's time to go home?
Nothing could be worse than having to take a temporary job in a spooky old college town. Until I discover I'm living downstairs from a terrifying mothman.
The only thing I want is to get back to my old life as soon as possible. But then I realize that the most terrifying thing about the mothman is his obsession with well-made lamps-and I notice how good his backside looks during our shared yoga class. Slowly, he wraps himself around my heart like one of his chunky, hand-knitted blankets. Will I be able to shake off the sparkly moth dust when it's time to go home?
The only thing I want is to get back to my old life as soon as possible. But then I realize that the most terrifying thing about the mothman is his obsession with well-made lamps-and I notice how good his backside looks during our shared yoga class. Slowly, he wraps himself around my heart like one of his chunky, hand-knitted blankets. Will I be able to shake off the sparkly moth dust when it's time to go home?

















