Chapter 11 Food Is Window To The Soul. These People Have None
Sleeping was good, Maeve realized. The beds made it better too. There was just something about the ability to not think for a while, your mind free from every sort of worry or panic as one drifted off into a beautiful world.
It was why she believed waking people could kill them sometimes.
“You s...
Chapters
1. Chapter 1 Prologue
2. Chapter 2 A Good Morning? I Might Even Believe It
3. Chapter 3 A Life Where I Participate? I’d Rather Die
4. Chapter 4 I Do Not Want This Life For F*ck’s Sake!
5. Chapter 5 What Exactly Am I Doing Here Really?
6. Chapter 6 Ah, There Is No Way Out, Is There?
7. Chapter 7 I Will Make This Work Somehow
8. Chapter 8 Do I Not Deserve A Moment Of Peace?
9. Chapter 9 Who Is Isabella Montague
10. Chapter 10 I Have To Make This Work
11. Chapter 11 Food Is Window To The Soul. These People Have None
12. Chapter 12 Making Matters Worse Is A Fun Activity
13. Chapter 13 Charity Is Just Good Business
14. Chapter 14 I Don’t Do Pro Bono Work
15. Chapter 15 The Start Of A Cult (And Hopefully Tax Evasion)
16. Chapter 16 The Answer Is Not At The End Of A Bottle (Make It A Vodka Bottle Instead)
17. Chapter 17 This Is Why I Don’t Dance
18. Chapter 18 The Only Wake Up Call I’d Accept MUST Be Money
19. Chapter 19 I Prefer Gold To People, By The Way
20. Chapter 20 My Vessel Might Have Fangs
21. Chapter 21 But I Have A Contract!
22. Chapter 22 Everyone Gets A Job So I Don’t Suffer Alone
23. Chapter 23 Connecting The Dots Might Lead Me To A Vacation
24. Chapter 24 The Evolution Of Pick-Me’s, It Seems
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