Vette groaned as she read the texts on her dying phone from the lump she'd
made of herself under her blankets on her bed, which she wasn't moving
from, so help her, if she could help it.
She looked out the window. Still colder than the hinges of Hoth out there.
She looked back at the phone. Damn it, he'd invoked the puppies, the jerk.
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Vette groaned as she read the texts on her dying phone from the lump she'd made of herself under her blankets on her bed, which she wasn't moving from, so help her, if she could help it.
She looked out the window. Still colder than the hinges of Hoth out there.
She looked back at the phone. Damn it, he'd invoked the puppies, the jerk.
You OWE ME ONE.