a parkside reader (4)
May 1, 2024
“I could cover you in soothing ointment. At no charge.”
“Really? Do I look sick to you?”
“Would you like me to brandish my freshly cut organic sabre at you?”
“Your what?”
“Or let me invite you to our seasonal initiation ritual next Friday. You cannot bring alcoholic beverage, though.”
“Initiation to what?”
