Harry woke up the next morning and glided downstairs. Carter was still asleep, as it was only 9 o clock. He scooted into the kitchen and searched in the presses for something of his liking. He eventually decided on making a fry. He took out each of the ingredients and placed them on the table.
Take me by the tongue and I’ll know you,
Kiss me ‘til you’re drunk and I’ll show you,
All the moves like Jagger, I’ve got the moves like Jagger,
I’ve got the moves like Jagger!
Harry’s phone buzzed in his pocket so he took it out and answered it.
“Hello?”
“Harry love! How are you dear?”...
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