Daisy, intoxicated and unsteady on her feet, fell into a squat, inadvertently exposing herself as her skirt flipped up.

Clark quickly turned his face away, afraid of catching a glimpse.

Just then, a stream of yellowish and foul-smelling water cascaded from overhead, soaking Daisy from head to toe.

Following that, a tangy and disgusting stench reached her nose. She raised her arm to sniff and almost vomited her dinner from last night.

What was this smell?

It was tangy and pungent, making her nauseous.

"Who is it? Who poured this on me? Who?" Daisy howled at the sky like an angry dog.

you to yell and

even the heavens find you unpleasant. They poured

on me!" Daisy

do you assume it was me? If rain can fall from the sky, who is to say that sewage can't? You reap what you sow. Who knows? Maybe one day, a bolt of

marrying into the South—her fondness for fermenting

the previous year to

manure, but considering this was their yard, it

Daisy's face turned pale, covering her chest as

further, so you should find a hole to hide in

alone you. Get lost now. Don't embarrass yourself any

knew she would leave empty-handed tonight. Angry and humiliated,

leave Heightsnew Villa in

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