Chapter 124 124 - Posy

Posy

Saturday, 25 September

"I made fucking omelettes." Caz snaps angrily as he slams the plate onto the island bench.

The omelette is perfect. Golden and fluffy, with little flecks of herb scattered across the top. It steams gently on the plate, smelling of butter and cheese and something indefi...

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