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The Hell Calls, Come Down if You dare
“I’m not marrying you! Stop buzzing around my copper pan and get lost!”
No matter how many times he says it—mouth all wet from yelling—that foreign angel never seems to remember and keeps fluttering by with a smile and sweet talk.
“But I can take you to heaven, Sweetie.”
Excuse me? We’re not even on the same server!
And my name isn’t Sweetie—it’s Swift (Sah-wit), which means wealthy and rich, not some smoothie or sweetie nonsense. You can’t even get my name right, yet you dare offer to take me to heaven? No way.
I’m terrified of heights.
The Hell Calls, Come Down if You dare
“I’m not marrying you! Stop buzzing around my copper pan and get lost!”
No matter how many times he says it—mouth all wet from yelling—that foreign angel never seems to remember and keeps fluttering by with a smile and sweet talk.
“But I can take you to heaven, Sweetie.”
Excuse me? We’re not even on the same server!
And my name isn’t Sweetie—it’s Swift (Sah-wit), which means wealthy and rich, not some smoothie or sweetie nonsense. You can’t even get my name right, yet you dare offer to take me to heaven? No way.
I’m terrified of heights.
