He hauls me up. “Tell me now,” he threatens his voice hard.“But…I need to go with him and-“He glowers at me, and that familiar melting sensation crawls in my gut.“P….penis-shaped cake,” I blurt out.“What?” His glare intensifies.“It ….it’s a thing…” I assure him. “There’s this town in Portugal where penis-shaped cakes are gifted to women […]
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