Sweet Delights Inn: Baby Blues

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The inn was nice and quaint. It was made completely of wood, a little stone path leading up to the door through a white picket fence. Behind the inn was a pool and behind that was a large garden and orchid filled with sweet, naturally grown treats. It seemed like a wonderfully normal place.

“What’s your name miss?”

“Jackie Hills.” She answered.

“Ah yes! Miss Hills! I have your room key. Shall we go?”

Average: 3 (3 votes)
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