I think we can all agree that refrigerators are not the most hygienic places to store bodies.
Ahh love triangles… It’s gotten to the point now, where if I see a blurb that vaguely hints at a love triangle, my knee jerk reaction is to cringe away. Of course, not all love triangles are bad, but I have read so many books with the same old, repetitive formula, that I now have a nervous twitch. It’s becoming a problem.
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