
The Beekeeper
I don’t know how much longer I can stay locked inside with Mother’s prying oyster eyes and the maddening drone of my father’s beehive
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I don’t know how much longer I can stay locked inside with Mother’s prying oyster eyes and the maddening drone of my father’s beehive
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