Smacking his broad gold lips, Donald did not see the malevolent look Mel gave him. She made those babies. They should be hers for the eating, not Donald's. Dolefully, she plotted with the others. They shared her sentiments. When a golden haired girl not more than six walked in with her mother screaming excitedly, "Goldfish! … Continue reading How Mel got her own back.
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