The New Girl, Ch. 9 (Early Access)

Hey friends,

The ninth chapter of The New Girl, "The Venyabildts", is now available for one week of early access to my Patrons.

You can find my Patreon here.

Have a great weekend,

Thalaxian

xoxox

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