The Pink Lantern

If I were to write a memoir, the title would be: Joan and The Multiple Times She Absolutely Did Not Need Ezra Harrison, But That Jerk Was There Anyway.

There was . . .

1) The time he saved my life (by forcing me in a compromising position).

2) The time he taught me how to wear a certain appendage (okay, so I probably should've just Googled it).

3) The time he helped me woo the woman of my dreams (after he slept with her first).

I do not need Ezra Harrison and his devil-may-care smile and his messy hair and his loud motorcycle and his huge, massive chip on his shoulder. I don't need him, but . . . I want him. I want them both.

Contains mature themes.

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Hljóðbók: 8 oktober 2024