“Daisy, this is important.” I hissed into the phone. Ok XXX No. “Don’t worry about it.” She said with a neutral expression, looking down at the floor. It wasn’t right. I smiled a little. Writing my other series, this one, doing adult stuff including jobs andprepping for another year of college (or ‘uni’ for my fellow Canadians out there) and working solid on making dem videro garmes have kind of tuckered me out for a bit, so I may not answer e-mails in record time, but I will try my hardest. Returning to my senses, I followed suit. I knew I would have the basement to myself – Molly had a class until 8pm, the poor thing.
