Guess who’s back in my bed?

Valentýn is still on the sofa; I didn’t move him back into the bed after John left.

He’s not happy about it and has been sulking for days. Not only sulking, though. He’s also talking shit about Marek as often as possible. I really don’t need any more warnings about what a scoundrel he is. A charming . . .

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