raving lunatic

“I’ll fucking kill him,” she shouted. I didn’t recognize Debbie at first. She had always been really quiet, when she came by the house with Kevin. It’s funny how different people can sound when they’re drunk and mad. When she stepped away from the door to shoot her anger at my window, there was no mistaking the bright flame of her hair and her soft pretty face. I’ve said it before; Kevin gets girls he doesn’t deserve. Nevertheless, I was a little glad when I recognized the raving lunatic as Debbie.

Lord Malinov, Erotic Romances

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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