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“Right on time, Lou. Take your pick. It’s hearts. Not heart.”
Grins more. “Oh! Hearts ripe for the picking today!” He chuckles at his pun. “Well, lets go harvest some hearts.” Grin turns mischievous as he offers a gloved hand. “Where shall we start?”

“Well, there’s a lovely redhead and a prince.” She grinned back, pulling out a heart from one of her golden boxes. “Do you have a preference?”
Regina’s heart raced. What if this didn’t work? What if she really had killed Lou? She still kept her composure,...
The cloak figure nodded, pulling out a large hourglass from his cloak. It was old and rundown, the sands inside was half...
Against her will, Amy felt herself walking back to the mayor. She would be fine being a ‘poor lost human’. She walked...
As unpredictable as ever, her mother’s scowl turned into a near bloodthirsty grin. It would have been frightening, had...
Yes, well, I wasn’t supossed to be the only one in town that grew old.