http://slow.writerscafe.org/Burr-Mim The original writings of author Burr the Story Sorceress en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775996242 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Sleeping that night was heaven. That’s all I got. No dreams, no jolting awake terrified, just twelve hours of solid rest. I woke up at noon more light and giggly than I had been in ages and there was only one thing to do: make waffles. I even gave Orango his favorite treat, a fresh can of tun.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Burr-Mim/1154616/ The three of us spent the next four hours looking over the files Her Frosty Majesty had given me and comparing them to the info Trish and Gordan had already gotten together. Through whatever vampire-y process Trish couldn’t explain in terms I understood (something about fang sizes and pheromo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Burr-Mim/1154614/ My mouth was running before I even knew I was done being horribly girly and weak. 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