Saph POV My first day under this punishment was by far the most difficult. Since then, working in the pack gardens, smelling fresh herbs daily, and getting to work with Syl, has been fun. If this is what the rest of the month will be like, I can handle it. And the best part is that I haven’t caught a glimpse of that stupid pink-haired asshole. I’m finishing packing up our booth at the farmer’s market when a tall, broad, man, with perfectly messy, fiery hair approaches. “Oi, is Syl around?” Australian accents are starting to grow on me. I wipe my hands on my pair of borrowed jeans. Syl and I made plans to go to the shops this weekend to get me clothes. I considered ringing my sisters to send me some, but I broke my phone. I’m still hurt that they would just abandon me here. Surprisingly, or maybe I shouldn’t be surprised, they haven’t tried to get in touch with me either- not even Pearl. This just proves that they are happier without me. “She is
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