This is my new project with an awesome photographer; it promises to blow some minds (but only in a PG-13 kind of way). Stop by and check it out!
I wasn’t expecting a knock on my door, that’s way too polite for his kind. He usually huffs and puffs but rarely does his greeting pass for etiquette. The muscle of Magystical creatures, he’s sent in when they need a retrieval and don’t mind leveling a city block in the process.
“Oh no,” I intone,” I don’t care what you’re selling, I’m not accepting Grimm as my Lord and Savior, and I made a donation to the Girl Scouts just last week. Now get off my property.”
“Just hear me out,” he pants. I can see his big teeth gleam beneath an old lady’s bonnet, “we have a proposition for you.”
I retreat to my kitchen where I grab the largest knife I can find, “This isn’t Shrek. You can’t just trespass into my swamp and expect me to be all about saving ‘Far, Far Away’ or wherever the hell…
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