Stories tagged “the hero's lovable scampishness”
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Why, you scamp!
“Bastard!” he shrieked. “He was… my son!” The body sat bolt upright, smirking. “Still am, Pops!” he mumbled, bullet in his teeth.
“Bastard!” he shrieked. “He was… my son!” The body sat bolt upright, smirking. “Still am, Pops!” he mumbled, bullet in his teeth.