Literature
Memories Short Story Entry
<<Quandary I. Will. kill you. I will actually set you on fire. I will fucking bury you where is it?!>> Harley snarled as she lay on her font to look under the sofa. Q had borrowed her modulation pack for, and I quote, “A thing, but it’s gonna be wicked, trust me”. Whatever he had borrowed it for, he was apparently finished with, but when she had gone to retrieve it he had, a bit sheepishly, admitted that he’d lost it. After some choice words he’d assured her it was in the hideout, he was sure of it, he hadn’t taken it out. By God though, if Harley didn’t find the pack before tomorrow, she