He doesn’t give a damn about me. Lonely and bored, Blaire steps out of the sizzling sunny day into Lacey’s Lamp expecting a cool drink, not to be asked what she thirsts for more than anything else. Captivated by the festive light dancing in the barkeep’s gaze, she spits out the first silly thing that comes to mind. Unfortunately as thunderclouds gather, Blaire learns how dangerous wishes can be.
Steaming Up the Windows, by Francesca Quarto
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