Explicit material intended for mature audiences only. Read at your own risk.
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This book is dedicated to my mentor,
for endless hours of consulting for this story.
-Dannie Ybarra (aka LemonSuccubus)
Harry is a grown ass man.
That, however, does not mean he doesn't still live at home with his mom and step dad. It also doesn't mean he wants to live alone either. Sue him.
The mud is caked on the bottoms of his oldest pair of Tony Llama's and he never cleans them.
it's detrimental when he's elbow deep in chicken shit and trying to maintain balance whilst bending down into the chicken coop since it rained recently and the dirt beneath him has turned
to slippery mud.
So in he falls, face first on top of Henrietta the Rhode Island Red. She's not too pleased with the intrusion and squawks and pecks at the shoulder of Harry's flannel shirt.
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